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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Frenchfry:
Stefan reached out to take the money, but something stopped him.
"Nex... do you have a phone?"

Declan_23:
Tears filled Deccers' eyes once again. The heavy beat of Iron Maiden,mixed in with the harsh crack of gunfire filled his dreams.
'IT'S A F*CKING AMBUSH!'
Rowan rolled towards him, his long, greasy, rocker's hair obscured his face. Deccers brushed it aside. Knowing that there would be blood; knowing that he wouldn't live much longer; but hoping, hoping that by some miracle, it wouldn't be true.
'...I've got sunshine, in a bag, you're useless...'
He groaned and hit his alarm clock, disabling the wake up call and checked the luminous display.
6 AM, my favourite time of day.
He rolled out of his bed, pulling his pistol out from under his pillow. He'd chosen to sleep in a dorm with his new recruits. He wanted to establish a sense of equality amongst them.
'RISE AND SHINE SUNSHINE!' They stirred slowly, but once fully awake made no hesitation in preparing for the day ahead.

Silver:
With her other hand, she produces a small, black cellphone from her other pocket.

St. Jimmy:
Crimson succesfully made it out of the city.  He went into the woods on the outskirts of the city, walking the bike alongside him, and sat dwon under a tree and ate one of the sandwitches.  Once he was done he went back onto the road.  As he was driving he looked off to his side and saw a camp ground.  It was a bloody mess.  Bodies lay one the ground,  the tents completely destroyed, shrapnel all over. There was some kind of explosion.
What happened here?

Frenchfry:
Stefan pocketed the money, accepting the phone. It was primitive. At least a fifty year old design, it showed off stunning flip-phone technology and terrible screen resolution. Fortunately, Stefan wasn't looking to play Angry Birds two. He just needed to make a call.
He dialed the number, putting the phone two his ear.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
"...Hello?"
"Anurak?"
"...Stefan."
"I got out."
"I heard."
Stefan stepped outside. He wanted this conversation to be private.
"Listen, when I got out, I took a girl with me. Her name's Astrid."
"The one that clearly wasn't the killer Omnicide was looking for?"
"Bingo. Anurak, for all the training you've put me through, bones you've helped heal, and protein shakes you've forced down my throat, what I'm about to ask you is a thousand times more important."
"What is it, Stefan?"
"...What do I do?"
"Asking for help? Interesting. I remember the last thing you said to me being something along the lines of 'I'm a grown man, Anurak. I can take care of myself.'"
"Oh, come on! You're supposed to be my teacher!"
There was a long pause.
"...Well, the way I see it you have two choices, seeing as most of the human race seems to want you dead. Turn the girl into a killer, or leave her and let her fend for herself. Goodbye, Stefan.
"W-wait!"
It was too late. The line was dead. Troubled, Stefan went inside, returned Nex her phone, and departed for the nearest city, excluding the one he'd just been framed for attempted massacring in.

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