(I think this'd be better to do together, I can wait if that's alright, not many others seem on right now)
Dystopian RP?
(im on just irrelevant)
(Yeah when Nyir's back we'll do Kodiak's gladiator battle Whoooo)
(should i worry lol)
(Only if you’re against me lol)
(:P)
(Armand has a plan to save him, idk about anyone else.)
(Back guys) Nyir sat cross-legged in her apartment, holding the letter between finger and thumb. It was similar to when she received that card about her husband. Nyir hated parallels. Taking a deep breath, she crumpled the card and let it fall to her feet. Rebel traitor Kodiak is sentenced to death or victory through a gladiator battle. She went to find Armand.
(ooh dang)
Armand stepped back to allow himself and the two others in the room to see how quickly the solution reacted, watching her foot. The skin slowly melded together, fading the blood and tissue until the skins blended into each other, slowly. It would take a few minutes, but the wound was visibly healing, and would leave nothing but the stitches in the skin. "I apologize if it is uncomfortable, or if there is any cramping. Quick regeneration has a tendency to stimulate nerves."
(He in da office, great time to come by! :P)
It wasn't until she was there that she realized she wasn't headed towards Armand's office, but toward the cells. To Kodiak's cell, specifically. She turned to leave, cursing her subconscious, but Kodiak had already spotted her.
"Nyir! What are you doing?" Kodiak called hopefully, some hidden emotion glimmering in his eyes.
"I –I'm…" Nyir's tongue faltered around her words. Her shoulders stiffened. "Your sentence. It's been decided." She wouldn't look at him.
"I-It has?" Kodiak stammered, all former toughness lost in a swift flow of tears. "Please, Nyir, talk to me. For once in your life, just talk to me."
Nyir hated tears. Either they were an annoyance, something weak people did, or they were…like this. Soft and full of despair. Full of desperation. These tears were worse. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. Her voice was barely a whisper as she managed to say, "Gladiator battle. Victory…" she exhaled shakily, "…or death."
Kodiak felt the sudden urge to faint right then and there, but surprised himself by remaining calm. "Who am I fighting?"
(:0)
"Goddammit Nyir, who am I fighting?" Kodiak was gripping the bars now, unable to hold himself together.
Nyir shook her head. "A rebel, probably. I don't know. President Harris usually surprises everyone with her choices." Her eyes stung. "Listen, Kodiak…I didn't want this. I'm so –I'm sorry."
Kodiak fell to the ground of his cell, uncontrollably sobbing. "Y-You had a-a choice- and- I- I'm gonna die! I- I thought I- meant- something…"
Nyir dropped to her knees at his cell, grabbing his hands in hers. She gazed him steadily in the eye, although her throat felt thick and her eyes were starting to fill. "No, listen, listen." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm not going to let you die. You…matter, to me. I'll go talk to Armand –Dr. Watt, okay? We'll figure this out." The last words she spoke were nearly inaudible. "I'm not a murderer."
Kodiak nodded sadly, pulling away and laying down on the floor. "Stay safe, Nyir."
pew pew may i join? my character be Rosa. She's 4'10, 15, 101 lbs, hispanic and against harris
(sure you can join) Nyir stood up and sniffled, wiping at her eyes before any tears could fall. She wasn't giving up. Not ever. With her head held high and a look of determination in her eyes, she strode to Armand's office, ready for anything.
Rosa looked around and fell over. Her legs felt weak.
pew pew get over here yah big lug join in
pew pew
Rowan's foot had just finished healing, he had taken notes about every fifteen seconds as to the process of it, smiling with satisfaction. He nodded at the girl. "Pretty good, what say you, did it hurt much?" he thought it may be different when pain were to be inflicted onto her, shivering at the thought. Nyir stood in, surprising the man. "Oh, Nyir." he quickly put together what it meant. "Oh, Nyir.." He motioned for Rowan to move to her room, and Yuki to follow if she so wished. "Your participation is appreciated."
(@Fawn you'll have to be in a location we've mentioned otherwise we aren't likely to see you. Who's your character, are they with President Harrison, or the Rebels? And where are they now? The prisoner cells, their own office, on patrol, etc.)