Of Feathers And Flames- A Wings of Fire AU RP

[-Kiwi-]

The ssttaakkeesss are hiiiigghhhh

All of your writing is amazing and always has me at the edge of my seat but NOT TOBE leave my boy alone he didn’t do nothing

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

All of your writing is amazing and always has me at the edge of my seat but NOT TOBE leave my boy alone he didn’t do nothing

I love that you love him. No spoilers. I ain't saying nothin

 

[-Kiwi-]

I love that you love him. No spoilers. I ain't saying nothin

But keep ma boy sAFE

 

[-Shade-]

Whitestar was jolted out of his thoughts as Apple landed roughly in the sand nearby. The Rainwing's scales were rippling uncontrollably with a mix of all sorts of colors and Whitestar wasn't sure what a single one meant. She looked a combination of furious and hurt, and before Whitestar could even say anything, she was already flying back toward the oasis.
Whitestar stared after her in shock for a long moment before glancing back at Blackout, Alyssia, and the hunter, watching Alyssia in amusement as she bounced excitedly toward him. He knelt down beside her again and held out his talon to boost her up like before in the oasis.
"I feel like someone should go after Apple," he said quietly, turning back to Blackout. "I'm not sure what's wrong--actually, I don't think anyone is--but I think it's safer we all stick together."
He stood up as Alyssia clambered up between his shoulders.
"We'll start by heading to the transport. Once we get there and Alyssia can start working on the plan, maybe I can go talk to her."
He turned in the direction the Rainwing had come from and, after giving Alyssia a small warning, he lept into the air and began flying in the direction of the limo.

(I know, I know, it's terrible, I am not really in it today, yesterday was rough. I will try throughout the day to get back into it more)
@Harmonylight @Yukiko

@Harmonylight @Yukiko

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Ferrin gave Rose a weary glance, trying to read her. Exhaustion tugged at the dragon's expression, her eyes appearing distant, unfocused. "It's okay, Rose." He assured in a rare, comforting tone, removing his glasses as he tried to meet her gaze. "We can talk once I've finished." Rose didn't need more grief to dwell on. Grief was a dangerous thing, Ferrin had seen it first hand- grief broke the strongest of men, grief broke heroes. The ever dwelling blame. The ever nagging regret. "It's okay, Rose." Ferrin repeated, putting his glasses back on in one swift motion. He squinted at her gutted leg with a heavy sigh.
After a quick clean, Ferrin wrapped Rose's leg tightly, trying to slow the bleeding. It was bad. He was quite certain she'd never walk on the leg again. But he'd know more in the lab, assuming they made it out the The Maze.
Gables had finally seemed to calm down, through he was still quite hostile towards Ferrin. As the doctor collected his tools, Fracture lifted her head from where she had been resting against the wall, her eyes locked on the door.
Gables snorted. "Let me guess."
She rolled her eyes, "Well, if you would prrefer no warrning, I'd be happy to oblige."
"Nono, I just don't understand how you can hear freaking anything in through a solid concrete-"
"It is the vibrrations, Gables." Fracture gave a small, condescending smile, nodding towards Jabez, who lifted his head quite suddenly, glancing at the humans before fixing his gaze on the door. "Perrhaps if you spent less time with your irrrational angerr you could focus on the prresent?"
"Perhaps if you had a spark of empathy in that big- barbaric head of your's you might understand this thing called 'grief.'"
Fracture remained expressionless, her gaze now on the door, and Gables scoffed. Ferrin stood when the door opened, watching with a slightly amused air as Tobias was dragged into the cell. Both Fracture and Gables hesitated, but when one of the guards moved to drop him, Gables stepped forward, sending Fracture an annoyed glance as he embraced Tobias' trembling body. The guards stayed for a moment, Gables staring them down as Tobias shook in his arms.
"What did you do to him." It was more of a statement than a question, every word a mix of rage and worry as Gables clung to Tobias.
One of the guards exited the cell, waiting by the door for his companion, who glanced at Tobias halfheartedly, as if he wanted to say something, but with a shake of the head he decided against it, stepping out of the room and shutting the door a moment later. The moment the door closed, Fracture rushed to Gables side, supporting Tobias.
"Gosh, he's dead weight." Gables grunted, taking a few steps further into the cell, then lowering Tobias to the ground.
Ferrin's eyes were drawn to Tobias' forearm, which was looking much better than before, though the skin had turned a sick grey, bruises forming around every needle puncture. Tobias' breaths came in short and panicked, a slight bit of a hysterical edge shaping every gasp, his eyes bright with fever.
Ferrin frowned. "Get him to calm down. He doesn't understand what's happening."
Fracture gently felt Tobias' blood crusted shirt, meeting Gables eyes. This was bad. This was very bad.
"I said calm him down." Ferrin snapped, reaching for his bags. "I'll be right there."
Tobias flinched at every movement, his skin hypersensitive to even the lightest touch.
"Tobe. Hey, Tobe." Gables started with an uncertain, comforting smile. "You're safe, man."
"I say we knock him out and be done with it." Fracture announced, and Ferrin sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head as he opened Rose's cell door, "Ah, no." He gave Fracture a critical look, and she shrugged, rolling her eyes as the doctor slipped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
"Tobe, calm down." Gables whispered, his full attention now devoted as he brushed sweat soaked hair off Tobias' forehead.
Fracture withheld another annoyed scoff, stepping back as Ferrin entered the small cell, grimacing. Tobias pushed his left arm tightly against his rib cage, staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving with every strangled gasp.
Gables gave Ferrin a nervous look.
Ferrin opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, turning to retrieve a bottle of water from his bag. He tossed the bottle to Gables as he knelt down beside Tobias. "Get him to drink that."
Fractured started to say something, but Ferrin interrupted her with an indignant huff, "I am not going to knock him out, if we can revive him enough to be half alive on our journey out of here, everything will be much simpler. With all the distractions, his finger print may still be in the database, and if not, he knows codes, assuming they haven't been changed."
Gables shifted himself over, leaned against the wall, and propped Tobias' head on his lap. Tobias had finally begun to calm, his breathing evening out, the unfocused haze in his eyes dissipating.
Ferrin began to unbuttoned Tobias' shirt, pausing when a hand gripped his shoulder. He glanced up at Fracture with a slight groan of annoyance. "What."
"When arre we escaping?"
"Once the chaos slows down, you lot will have The Den's full attention. We leave tonight."
"Impossible. Look at Rrose. Tobias is dying."
Ferrin sighed. "We don't have a choice."
"I-.. how on earrth.."
Ferrin's attention turned back to Tobias. "I don't know."

Hayden Christensen

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Nic coughed as the sound of bullets rung in his ears. He forced his eyes open and saw that he wasn't in the SD. Pain radiated from his left side and his wrist. Groaning, he tried to straighten himself up. Coughing again, he felt warm liquid trickle from the corner of his mouth

SORRY I won't be active till Mon. And I couldn't get on till now.

The trucker's eyes widened and he swore and swore and swore. "Hey! Don't- move. No. Nono, stay there." Bleeding out in his passenger seat was bad enough, but coughing up blood? This man was dead in the trucker's book, and the thought of sitting beside a dead man for three hours made him swear again.
Something caught his eye further up the highway. A bright light illuminated the cars whizzing by, and the trucker slowly looked up, his jaw setting in determination once he saw the helicopters. The other trucks had been much more fortunate then him. While they escaped, The Den focused on the Rally- but now he had their full attention. At least he had the LunarWing. She seemed special.
The trucker exited a mile out from the helicopters, squinting as he drove smoothly down the exit ramp. This night, the Scorpion Den was particularly active. He'd never seen so many awake at two in the morning, but he supposed such things were to be expected.
Further down the ramp he noticed a police car drive into the left turn lane, his sirens off. The car pulled over, lights vanishing, now next to invisible in the night air.
With calm determination the trucker flicked on his right turn signal. He tried to stay relaxed, but it was hard not to imagine the officers gun trained on his head as he waited. The man in the passenger seat slumped against the window, and the trucker swore, tempted to see if he was still alive, but also quite disturbed and quite distracted as he hugged the curb, turning into the right lane and entering into the little town of Corse, strictly built for fuel fifteen years ago, but growing at an incredible population rate. A storage complex sat in dust beside the brightly lit gass station, and the trucker quickly turned in beside one of the storage buildings. He shut off the engine, his eyes falling on the man beside him. Oh, thank the Lord he was still breathing.
The trucker threw the door open and bustled towards the back of the truck, realizing the doors had been jammed shut, the lock broke. He rapped on the metal, trying to listen for voices. "Oi. Lemme in, all's good."

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

The trucker's eyes widened and he swore and swore and swore. "Hey! Don't- move. No. Nono, stay there." Bleeding out in his passenger seat was bad enough, but coughing up blood? This man was dead in the trucker's book, and the thought of sitting beside a dead man for three hours made him swear again.
Something caught his eye further up the highway. A bright light illuminated the cars whizzing by, and the trucker slowly looked up, his jaw setting in determination once he saw the helicopters. The other trucks had been much more fortunate then him. While they escaped, The Den focused on the Rally- but now he had their full attention. At least he had the LunarWing. She seemed special.
The trucker exited a mile out from the helicopters, squinting as he drove smoothly down the exit ramp. This night, the Scorpion Den was particularly active. He'd never seen so many awake at two in the morning, but he supposed such things were to be expected.
Further down the ramp he noticed a police car drive into the left turn lane, his sirens off. The car pulled over, lights vanishing, now next to invisible in the night air.
With calm determination the trucker flicked on his right turn signal. He tried to stay relaxed, but it was hard not to imagine the officers gun trained on his head as he waited. The man in the passenger seat slumped against the window, and the trucker swore, tempted to see if he was still alive, but also quite disturbed and quite distracted as he hugged the curb, turning into the right lane and entering into the little town of Corse, strictly built for fuel fifteen years ago, but growing at an incredible population rate. A storage complex sat in dust beside the brightly lit gass station, and the trucker quickly turned in beside one of the storage buildings. He shut off the engine, his eyes falling on the man beside him. Oh, thank the Lord he was still breathing.
The trucker threw the door open and bustled towards the back of the truck, realizing the doors had been jammed shut, the lock broke. He rapped on the metal, trying to listen for voices. "Oi. Lemme in, all's good."

Anthony Mackie , Sebastian Stan

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Anthony Mackie , Sebastian Stan

Ohoh, Zack Efron .

 

[Mary Poopins Love]

I know, I'm like, biting my nails over here like, "Cap, WHY!?" because I know that apparently she's not afraid to kill a character or two

Cap needs excitement all the way through. Blood, check. Tears, check. dEaTh.... CHECK.

The trucker's eyes widened and he swore and swore and swore. "Hey! Don't- move. No. Nono, stay there." Bleeding out in his passenger seat was bad enough, but coughing up blood? This man was dead in the trucker's book, and the thought of sitting beside a dead man for three hours made him swear again.
Something caught his eye further up the highway. A bright light illuminated the cars whizzing by, and the trucker slowly looked up, his jaw setting in determination once he saw the helicopters. The other trucks had been much more fortunate then him. While they escaped, The Den focused on the Rally- but now he had their full attention. At least he had the LunarWing. She seemed special.
The trucker exited a mile out from the helicopters, squinting as he drove smoothly down the exit ramp. This night, the Scorpion Den was particularly active. He'd never seen so many awake at two in the morning, but he supposed such things were to be expected.
Further down the ramp he noticed a police car drive into the left turn lane, his sirens off. The car pulled over, lights vanishing, now next to invisible in the night air.
With calm determination the trucker flicked on his right turn signal. He tried to stay relaxed, but it was hard not to imagine the officers gun trained on his head as he waited. The man in the passenger seat slumped against the window, and the trucker swore, tempted to see if he was still alive, but also quite disturbed and quite distracted as he hugged the curb, turning into the right lane and entering into the little town of Corse, strictly built for fuel fifteen years ago, but growing at an incredible population rate. A storage complex sat in dust beside the brightly lit gass station, and the trucker quickly turned in beside one of the storage buildings. He shut off the engine, his eyes falling on the man beside him. Oh, thank the Lord he was still breathing.
The trucker threw the door open and bustled towards the back of the truck, realizing the doors had been jammed shut, the lock broke. He rapped on the metal, trying to listen for voices. "Oi. Lemme in, all's good.

A faint voice and lots of swearing met Nic's ears. "Hey! Don't move." Nic obliged, already feeling nauseous from moving. Cool glass touched his burning skin and he stayed still. A door opened and the driver walked out. Dark seeped into Nic's vision before he blacked out.

Ohoh, Zack Efron .

He played in The Greatest Showman right? Why am I Zack Efron? @_-Captain BRM-_ Matt@
Sorry, had to see if this would work.

 

[Blue Raptor]