Ian yelped, grabbing Yuri's wrist and tries to pry it off
Dystopian Warrior Roleplay (Closed)
(Ian isnt scared he is just pissed af)
"Ames, come on, we're waiting," Akyra chirped, smirking at Ian as Yuri dragged him past. "Bravo, you made it."
(XD. Akyra is having way too much fun)
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Amethyst crawled out not much later than Ian, but she came out at the opposite end of the tent. She fumed as she made her way back to the field. When she reached it, she looked eerily calm. Her eyes flashed beneath her facade, though; the only way anyone could tell she was furious.
Ian snarls, "I have so many other things to do." He snaps
"Ames, glad you could finally make it," Akyra said, again walking up behind her cousin.
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Amethyst turned to face Akyra.
"Why in the world did you think that was a good idea?" she questioned her, her voice as eerily calm as the look on her face.
Ian was thrust onto the other side of the field. Weaponless growling almost ferally
Akyra became solemn and looked Amethyst in the eyes. "Because everyone here is tired, nervous, and grouchy, especially you. Everyone needed something to laugh about, so I gave them something. Not only that, but you're punishing Ian for something you, too, are guilty of. You say you're our leader, but you're letting your temper control you and are not setting the example everyone needs."
Ian sits down where he stood, arms and legs crossed defiantly
Kasey groaned. She stood up and walked to Amethyst and Ian, "Can we resolve this peacefully? Please? I have work that needs to get done."
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Amethyst blinked a couple of times before letting out a deep sigh. She rubbed her face with her hands, then looked back up at her cousin.
"You're right," she admitted quietly so that no one else could hear. "But I need to make sure that the people can't undermine my leadership." Turning back to the field, she picked up a couple of swords and walked over to where Ian was sitting. "Here," she said flatly, handing him one of the weapons.
Ian looks from the sword, to Amethyst then away, huffing and crossing her arms tighter
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"Come on, Ian. Let's just get this over with," the leader sighed. "You started this, you know. So let's just finish it and get it over with."
Kasey sighed and sat down. She pulled out a notebook and began writing down different design ideas, No one cares about the techie.
"Make me." He snaps
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"Would you please just cooperate? I don't want to do this just as much as you, but everyone's already here and waiting for something to happen," Amethyst said quietly. The fire in her eyes had dimmed to a soft flame, and she was just ready to be done with this stupid challenge already. "The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you can get back to your work."
Ian stays silent for a few more minuets but he grabs the blade and immediately slashes down with it, cutting Amethyst along her cheek bone
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Amethyst gasped at the stinging from the blade before hissing, "We didn't start yet! Just because you're mad doesn't mean you get to bypass the rules."
She took a step back and held her sword in front of her, pointing it at his chest.
"Someone count down so we can start!" she shouted.
Ian was silent but his eyes flash with anger. He held the sword down to the ground
Valerie didn’t count down, but pulled out a gun and shot into the air.
Ian flinched slightly but stayed rooted to the ground
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Amethyst swung her sword toward Ian, starting the challenge.
Ian shoves his free hand into his pocket and easily dodges Ame's blade. He swipes at her back, cutting a thin slash there.
(Sorry Its just I do fencing and… Yeah)
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(Lol. Np. I don't actually know much about sword fighting/fencing, so it might sound awkward.)
As the sword met her back, Amethyst jumped a bit. She turned to face the medic and swung at him again, and this time her sword met with his arm, drawing a small cut.
(Ohmygosh this is intense)
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(Lol, yeah.)
Ian hisses but jumps away down the feild
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(Btw, this isn't to the death, just whoever surrenders.)
Amethyst steps forward, swinging her sword again. The tip sliced Ian's other arm, making another small slash.