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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Frenchfry:
When the explosions stopped sounding out anew, Stefan lifted his head out of the ground, checking back on the camp. Everything was dead or on fire, most of them both. Calx was lying on the ground, his face covered with blood and glass. Standing over him was... a girl. She was holding a rifle, though by the fact that it wasn't at all a close quarters weapon suggested she hadn't shot much.

What Stefan SHOULD have done was to find Astrid, take her pistol, and drop the girl. Or so he would have thought ten minutes ago. He knew Calx was insane, but he didn't quite understand the gravity of his case until he'd seen an entire camp of people blown to pieces while the sniper sang and laughed. Maybe this girl was on to something.

Doing an incredibly less-than-wise maneuver for the second time in so many minutes, Stefan stepped out of the brush, approaching the two figures in the center of it all. Calx's assailant was particularly young-looking, with silvery hair and even sporting a schoolgirl's uniform. In fact, he would go so far as to describe her as downright cute.
He waved to her, calling out. Stefan wasn't much of a soldier.
"Howdy, partner!"

Silver:
She looks back at the brown haired boy with a blank stare.
Have you been taking care of this idiot? She inquires, giving Calx a bit of a kick as she asks.

Frenchfry:
"Well gee. You talk a lot differently than you look. To answer your question, though...
Hm... It depends on what you mean. I've probably kept him from killing ten or twelve people since we met, but taking care of him? I think I'd have an easier time telling a river to change course."

Mr. Fox:
Sir, the army has been distroyed. It will be months before they send another army this way.
Good, then we have time to attack them.
This was going beter then I had dared hope for, soon I would reverse the balance of power.

Mr Pokemon:
Demos, after a long time of pain and trial, was able to get up, and, with great difficulty, walk. He went to the door, which he opened, and was greeted by a man in a white coat. The man turned at the sound of the door, and his face formed a surprised expression.
"You must stay in your room. I can't allow you to leave in your current condition."
Demos made a few more steps forward, putting a knife on the doctor's chin.
"Are you sure about that?" Demos replied, pushing his knife up until blood trickled down it.
The doctor stumbled backwards into his chair. The way his head hung said everything. Demos left. He continued to walk out of Rex's base, until he reached a road. He followed the road in the direction of a city. He knew it would take a long time, and a lot of pain, but he didn't care. He had lost everything else.

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