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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God"You make a good point. Maybe I should just kill you right now, huh? But that's not how this thing works. they were side characters. Disposable to the writer up above. You, you're protected by plot armor. I can't kill you, realistically."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Isla Greer
"Don't listen to him," Isla snapped, shooting a glare at the stranger. She seized him by the wrist. "We're going back to the main city and we're going to fortify it."
"But... what about them?" The boy's eyes drifted over the corpses along the ground.
"Your life is more important," Isla said grimly. "I'll cast a spell to bring all living soldiers back with us. Now go!" She slashed her sword through the air, pouring her magic into the tip. It created a portal to the Netherworld- but only half-complete, remaining in between the two realms.
She clasped her hands together, and searched the area for living souls. The ghoul bounced up to her, drawn by her magic. "Collect," she told it.
In an instant, a dozen floating bodies circled in the air, then vanished into the portal.
The ghoul disintegrated into nothing. Isla blinked at the ashes, a lump oddly swelling in her throat. Then, she looked up. "Just you wait," she said grimly. "We'll see who the pawns are." She took a final step back.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
He grasped the trigger and waited just for the right moment, before bam.
Fire.
Headshot.
He didn't need to know if she really was dead or not, the others will handle it anyways. He climbed down the staircase, and existed the building, his rifle on his back and holding his messenger bag on his shoulder. He was completely unscathed.
Isla Greer
Isla was so focused on them, that she didn't think to look up, nor of the warning that she'd been given. She looked down, when she felt something touch her. In a flash, her chest was bloody, and pain blossomed from every nerve on her body.
She staggered backwards through the portal, her eyes wide as she stared at the rebels- the traitors-
Then she plummeted backward and their reality winked out, the portal closing, just as she disappeared from the bloody battlefield.
"ey, what just happened?"
Kendo stared for a moment, before shrugging and turning away. he took Iteral by the shoulder.
"Anyways, ignoring that, we have to get back to our actual mission. Let's go!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.

You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
Isla Greer
Isla tumbled through realities, her entire life flashing before her eyes. But each memory came with a creeping sense that something was following her. Something had wrapped its bloody talons around her and sunk them into her chest and back.
Her mother's face, warm and welcoming, arms wide open for a hug.
Her father's cross, thumping against his chest, a warm beating heart behind that she could press her ear into.
Aries's-
Each flicker of memory clutched at her arms and shoulders, cold and so so tempting against her burning body. Come back, they crooned. Come back to us, Isl-
Isla, I need you! Come quick!
Isla, you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?
"Isla?"
Isla gave a start, and woke up to the beady puppet eyes of Aries. "Wow! Sure thought we lost you there."
There was a piercing light behind him, stabbing straight into her eyes. She already had a headache, she thought dully; passing a hand over her face.
It was bandaged.
She paused. Was she in a... medical wing? She hadn't been in one for years.
Isla sat up, glancing back and forth. All of a sudden, the battle came back to her. The woman's mocking words, the Legion's threat, the death of her soldiers-
She seized her chest as an intense pain erupted through her.
"Careful!" the puppet cautioned. "Bullet wound! Don't want another nasty shock, do we?"
Oh then. They'd planted a sniper. So much for honour, she supposed.
"What happened after I fell through the portal?" she asked, trying to keep on track "How many soldiers got out? Is the capitol secure? Are we- urgh-" she gripped the sides of the bed as a new wave of pain wafted over her.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆


You know the first rule in combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Isla Greer
The puppet waited patiently for her to stop coughing. "To answer your questions- yes, the capital is secure. Around ten soldiers got out- and your escape story-" Its fabric lips spread. "Are you sure you wanna hear it?"
"Oh, shove it," Isla grumbled, choosing to rest her head against the headboard and resume staring at the ceiling light. "It'd probably be all lies with you. I'll ask the Sixth Batallion later."
She paused as a horrible though came to her. "They did make it out, right?"
"Nope!" The puppet chirped. "Just ten people. Most of them from the right wing. I'm afraid reconnaisance wouldn't be among their number."
It was strange, the ache she felt in her chest. She'd had her fair share of bullet wounds, and they didn't usuly hurt quite like this.
She cleared her throat, finding it suddenly dry. "I see. Did the magician boy come out?"
"Yep! Carried you out, to be clear. Blubbering nonsense about revenge and bones the whole way." The puppet laughed. "That kid- sure can spin a metaphor!"
"Looksee here, you prissy sonuva gun. I didn't see YOU doing anything, so maybe YOU shouldn't be talking. We try to be helpful and you treat us like morons? We risked ourselves to try and save this 'saint' o' yours. You 'ave no !#@#ing right to say it like that."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.