Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-108.193.29.120-20150326212553/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150420161726


 * Hugo quietly puts out the small fire and gets up. He moves over to Lucia, gives her a small shake. With a small yawn the heiress wakes up, soon after getting up and stretching a little. Hugo looks around again, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of hostiles. Confirming that the area is safe, he begins to walk over to the lynx on the ground, giving the animatronic a rough nudge with his foot.*

Get up or be left behind. We're moving.

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 * The war room is a mess of maps and reports. First a moderately sized RK army moving through the southeast mountains. Then a belligerent group having been put down by border patrols in the central south. Finally there were the air-to-ground sightings of another force moving in from the Southwestern territories... calls and messages are being sent all over the place. Soldiers man the various trenches, bunkers, pillboxes, and other various earthworks that divide the exterior and interior territories. Artillery guns are loaded. Flak guns aim for the skies and any enemy foolish enough to try and attack from the air. Machine guns are loaded and ready. Garrisons are prepared to mobilize at a moment's notice. The steel circle is ready to make it very difficult for any invaders.*

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 * Several miles down a certain mountain road, steel soldiers begin planting charges along a large bridge spanning a large ravine in an effort to slow down or even halt the enemy advance.*

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 * Dr. Strider carefully walks over to the still-sleeping animatronic cat, a bit worried about her prolonged unconsciousness. Hopefully she would still be able to wake up... no, he wouldn't let those sort of thought cross his mind. She would not die.... not as long as he was still alive.

Lewis comes up and peeks into the room again, checking up on the doctor. Hopefully the steel man wouldn't get too concerned with the lone animatronic. War was about, and doctors were needed healing soldiers, not prisoners- even if said prisoners were in a state of amnesia or some other ailment. Ah well... he hoped that the day that she regained her memories would be far off in the future... it wouldn't do the doctor good to have one of his patients that was shown so much care to suddenly turn hostile... and who knows, maybe she could take a good experience back with her if she has enough time- maybe talk some sense into those bolt-for-brains invading even.*