Aaron considered Timothy's suggestion, even though he had regenerative abilities Aaron wasn't sure about him going first. It made sense for someone with an ability like his to go first as they could survive more attacks than most but he wasn't happy with sending him into danger. If Aaron went first instead he could breathe fire on anyone who attacked them, not that he would want to attack them anyway. As a result he thought it best to go as a group, without anyone at the front and improvising as they went. It wasn't the most sound plan but it was all he could think of. He turned to Isabelle when she suggested another idea, an idea that prompted a look of horror mixed with concern from Aaron. He understood that she was only trying to come up with a way to get the group to the mountains safely, but kidnapping was not the way to do so. "Perhaps we should start moving, I want to get to the mountains as soon as possible" Aaron said, "Without doing anything drastic" he added, the comment directed at Isabelle. He looked over to Timothy, Ronin, Oswald and everyone else in the group, hoping to see if they agreed with him or not. If they did then the group should probably start moving, and if they didn't then the group should still start moving. It didn't seem like a good idea to stay here much longer, before someone or something decided that they don't want them here.
'Okay, yeah. Probably not the best idea then,' Isabelle said, raising her hands defensively. 'I was just voicing my thoughts. One of the darker ones, admittedly. We could do the same with a car door or something instead of a person- or an entire car, if anyone's super strong,' She explained. 'I have the strangest feeling that standing here in the same spot isn't the best idea, though. We should probably start moving before somebody, or something decides we look like easy picking.'
"Agreed." Timothy said. "Lets go." He signaled into everyone in the group. It was somewhat slow going, but they were making progress. ((Where exactly are we going?))
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I love how the EO battle themes go on for a couple of minutes like normal and then after a while they are just like 'Ah nobody's going to be in a normal battle for this long anyway, fack it, GUITAR SOLOS!' Cracks me up.
Aaron started walking, hoping that the group would not attract much attention. He turned to Ronin, Oswald and someone he didn't know, "Let's go before anything notices us" he said before turning to the person he didn't know, remembering that they has said something earlier which he hadn't replied to because he was busy trying to find a way to the mountains without getting attacked. "You said something about a call didn't you? Yes, I received a call about going to the mountains. They said they would give me my memory back, I just wonder how they will do it and why..." he added, his voice trailing off at the end. He started thinking about the mystery person again. However he shook his head and returned to reality, now was not the time to get distracted, they were in a far too dangerous place. With the people running and attacking in a panic and whatever else lay in wait for them it was best to pay attention, especially when Aaron had an ability that could help if they got in trouble. He hoped that nothing would attack them, he didn't want to have to hurt someone. He looked over at the others, beckoning for them to come quickly.
Following Aaron's lead, I go in the direction indicated, along with the others that I met on the train. In this direction was a suburban area - Aganea Street. I ran along with the others, but we were stopped when somebody stepped in front of us. He growled ferociously, his elongated, sharpened fangs showing out of his bloody jaw, and two large mammoth-like tusks emerging from his face on each side of his jaw. He ran forward like an angry bear, his veins bulging out from his large, developed arms, straight towards Aaron. "Watch out!" I shouted, looking around the area frantically for anything that could stop it. I found little more than a garbage bin, but it would do. I picked up the trash can with ease, much to my surprise, and threw it at the man-beast. The can nailed the monster, blowing it back quite a ways and disorienting it significantly. "Did I just do that?" I muttered, suddenly very intrigued.
((Don't forget guys, your chosen ability is not your only ability - you also have inhuman strength, speed and agility, among other things. Use these to your advantage.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Aaron's eyes widened as what could only be described as half man and half tusked, carnivore thing. Aaron stood, frozen in fear as they charged toward him only to be impeded by a garbage can that decided to take flight. Not bothering to ask how or where the garbage can came from, he was just glad that it did. It appeared that his hopes of making it through unnoticed were now gone. Now came the problem of the tusked man which had attacked them. Aaron didn't want to hurt them, at least no too badly but he didn't want them attacking the group. Then an idea formed in his brain, an idea that said that maybe, just maybe, he could scare off the attacker without hurting them. Cautiously Aaron took a few steps further so that he was in front of the group and took a deep breath. Holding his breath he summoned what measure of control he had over his ability and exhaled. A plume of fire quickly flowed out of his mouth. It lasted for about five seconds before stopping, with the rest of the flames taking less than a second to disappate. With any luck the tusked attacker would be scared off, but there was always the chance that they wouldn't be. If they didn't leave the group alone then Aaron would be forced to use his ability again, not to scare but to attack instead. Waiting to see its reaction, Aaron remained silent, glaring at the attacker.
The tusked beast quickly reared backwards, away from the flames that Aaron just spewed from his mouth. Quickly scurrying away, it came back for another charge, this time directed at me. As I looked frantically for something to stop his charge, an idea popped into my head. Standing in front of a house made of stone, I waited until just the right moment as the man-beast charged headlong towards me. Then, at the last second, I jumped to the side and away from the beast, causing it to smash head-first into the structure. It's tusks snapped like twigs upon impact, flying away from the broken stumps. Of course, its head was now buried a foot deep into the house. It slumped to the ground, completely unconscious and its head embedded in the stone. "Let's get out of here before more of those guys show up," I said as I looked at the unconscious, but not yet dead monster. I picked up one of the tusks, which was pretty heavy and could make for a somewhat decent club, and urged the others to continue.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Aaron watched as the beast charged again, this time at Ronin. Aaron panicked, he wasn't sure if he could stop it without hurting Ronin. His legs froze in place, unable to think of what to do. All Aaron could do was watch as the creature charged towards Ronin until... Ronin lept out of its path. Leaving the creature to crash into a house made of what appeared to be stone. Aaron approached the now unconscious creature, now without its tusks and its head stuck in the wall of the house. The attack could have ended in a catastrophe but some fast thinking on the part of Ronin had prevented it. Aaron took a deep breath, calming down after the attack. He saw Ronin pick up one of the tusks, for what reason Aaron did not know but he trsuted that Ronin would know why he needed the tusk. It took a moment for Aaron to realise that Ronin had said something, telling the group that they should leave. Aaron didn't argue, he didn't want to be attacked again. He provided a nod before looking back at the others then walking again. He walked slowly at first, giving time for the others to start walking too. After a few steps he stopped and turned around to the others, waiting to see if they would follow. "Yes, we should leave before another one of those... creatures shows up" he said, "I have one question though, who threw the garbage can? Because you have my thanks." He added the last part with a genuine smile.
"That, uh... that was me," I said as I timidly raised my hand. "I just grabbed whatever happened to be within arm's reach, so I threw the trash can. Didn't think that would stop it either, but you know, I had to do something," I said, looking over at the now banged-up trash can. I looked over at the unconscious beast nervously, and I suddenly felt rather antsy. "I don't want that thing waking up any time soon, so let's go before it does... or worse, something bigger shows up that I can't stop with a well-aimed wastebin."
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Timothy was stunned by what Ronin had accomplished. He stood there frozen for a moment. "Wait a minute..." Timothy said. "Ronin threw the trash can, right? But who's not to say we all have that kind of power?" Timothy grabbed one of the rocks near the beast and chucked it up in the air. It disappeared from view after around a second. They didnt see it again. Timothy whistled. "Anyone else wanna try while we have the time?"
Aaron nodded when Ronin suggested that they leave, the sooner they left the better. He didn't want to be attacked again. He turned to Oswald when he spoke, Aaron was oblivious that he was fighting another creature, this one a seemingly rat-like creature. Aaron's mind immediately jumped to what would have happened if Oswald didn't see the creature and it attacked the entire group. He heard Oswald saying something about making sure if was dead by cutting out its brain. Aaron thought this to be a somewhat odd way to make sure it was dead, but didn't dwell on the thought. Especially because Timothy mentioned Ronin throwing the garbage can again and the possibility of them all having that sort of power. It hadn't occurred to Aaron that in order to throw the garbage can like that it would require some sort of enhanced strength. Timothy seemed tho think that they might all have enhanced strength, it was a possibility after all who knew what else happened to them. Timothy backed up his claim by throwing rocks high into the air, could everyone have that ability? Aaron wandered over to the garbage can which was in a state of disrepair after its encounter with the creature, if Timothy's theory was true then Aaron would be able to pick up the garbage can too. He reached down and picked it up surprisingly easily. "Perhaps we have more abilities than originally thought..." Aaron said, mostly to express his thoughts, before turning to the group and speaking again, "We should go." With that he started walking again, stopping after a while to check if they were following.
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Winston only nodded as he followed the group. But that was quickly stopped by a large man with tusks stepping in front of the group. This can't be good. And indeed it wasn't. The man looked as if he was about to charge, almost like he was a bull. Only slightly alarmed, he was completely aware that if he completed his charge, he would be unaffected due to him being at the back of the group. That theory was never tested though, as one of the people in the front (presumably named Ronin ) threw a large metallic trash can at thing stopping it dead in its tracks. He looks to be a bit small for tossing something of that size with such ease. But after all, that was only round one. Several more beast approached, only to be taken down by other members of the group. One looked like it was going to attack a guy possibly name Aaron, although he was able to deter it by exhaling a line of fire. That is rather interesting... I should probably keep note of that. It then charged at Ronin, although he was able to leap away as the beast smashed it head into a wall of stone, likely killing itself. Onto the next one. The final beast resembled a rat, and was rather sickening to look at. This was taken care of by the one named Oswald, who's fist seemed to grow spikes and impale the creature. But he didn't just stop their. He proceeded to take out a knife and begin cutting out the frontal lobe of the beast. Something is different with this one. He seems a little disturbed. Recalling Oswald's previous outbreak and the one now, he only thought about it with a slight frown. The rest of the group than began speaking of how Ronin threw the trashcan, quickly coming to the conclusion that they had gained incredulous amounts of strength. This would have been useful to know earlier... But alas, it's as useful as before. The rest of them began leaveing the area, lead by Aaron. A slight smile crept upon Winston's face. Looks like I'll rarely have to fight anything with these people around.
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I love how the EO battle themes go on for a couple of minutes like normal and then after a while they are just like 'Ah nobody's going to be in a normal battle for this long anyway, fack it, GUITAR SOLOS!' Cracks me up.
((Okay, I'm finally ready to make my character. The power will be just strength, speed, and agility beyond what the others have. Before I do this though, I'd like to be informed how strong and fast she can be? Can she throw cars and dodge bullets? Or can she only only outrun cars and smash a car? I don't know, that's why I'm asking you.))
((Well, considering that Ronin, with the now-average strength is able to lift a trash can off the ground like it's nothing, your now-average person could probably smash a car if they were to hit hard enough. If your character's only power is that his abilities are enhanced even further, lifting a car wouldn't be unreasonable, I suppose. Now if he were to try to lift a building, they'd be sadly disappointed. As for speed, outrunning your average car is probably fine. You couldn't out-speed fighter planes or anything, but outrunning a car isn't unreasonable for your level of power.
Also, we can do a timeskip I suppose.))
After about three hours, we had made it through the crazy town in the mountains where everything was going berserk. Looking at the coordinates again, I realized that we were literally standing on top of the site. "Well, it looks like this is the place," I said. Suddenly, a small... pod-like device appeared in front of me, and I saw the same appear right in front of the other people. I picked up the pod, and it radiated with a weird orange light. After a few seconds though, the light faded. "Ronin Ezekiel, is it?" a voice asked from in front of me. I looked up from the pod to see a man with short black hair. He wore a chestplate with broad shoulder plates, and armored boots with pointed toes. On his right hand was a weird mark, and on his other was a black gauntlet. On his back was a sniper rifle with a laser scope. "Follow me. Your friends will have to wait until their escorts arrive," he told me. He pressed a button on his black gauntlet, and we both instantly vanished.
When I came back, I found myself in a cold hallway that was painted black, with fluorescent orange light radiating from chiseled crevices in the walls. "Whoa," I mumbled. The man look over at me, his face as cold as ice, and handed me a black-screened slab that was about the height of pencil, but about the width of my face. "Do not let anybody else touch this. Your memory, if not your life, depends on it. Follow me," he urged as we walked down the cold hallway. "Excuse me, but-" he stopped pretty much instantly. "Yes?" he asked.
"When will my comrades get here?" I asked.
"That's uncertain. They'll probably get here as soon as they receive their trackers. They will arrive in due time, Ronin. Follow-"
"One more question."
"... Yes?" he asked, an almost irritatingly patient expression on his face.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"You wonder how we know your name, and not who you are, where you are, what on earth's going to happen, or who we are?" he asked.
"I just assume that all of that, I'll find out by myself. But what I don't understand is how you guys have known my name all along, when I found out what my name was only this afternoon."
"... I can't say, Ronin. What I do know is that all of this will be covered soon... including your most recent question. If you have any more questions, my name is Russo. Follow me, please," he requested politely.
((Similar events will happen to your guys' characters as well. They all wear the same equipment, but they are all different people. They can look pretty much however you want them to, but they still have that uniform.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
After what felt like an eternity walking through the town, Aaron found himself right where he was told to go. The site seemed fairly underwhelming, there were a few trees scattered about, some rocks here and there but nothing that shouted that it was anything more than a mountainside. The walk through the town had left Aaron somewhat annoyed, annoyed at having to watch out for anything that moved. At least here it seemed safer, Aaron looked around and breathed in the fresh air. However he noticed something odd, an object that could only be described as a pod appeared at his feet. It radiated some sort of orange energy making it glow. He saw similar devices near his friends and saw that Ronin had picked his up and that someone that looked sort of like a soldier and a knight at the same time. He could hear them talking but it was too faint to make out what it was saying. He flinched visibly when both of them vanished into thin air. Aaron was horrified at this occurrence unsure if Ronin had just been disintegrated or vaporised or something. He looked down again at the pod near his feet, which was still glowing with the mysterious energy. Angry at what had just happened he picked up the pod and shook it violently, as if he blamed it for Ronin disappearing.
"Don't do that, those things cost a lot of money" said a calm, somewhat bored, male voice near Aaron.
Slowly Aaron looked up to see another soldier-knight person in front of him. He was dressed similarly to the one that made Ronin vanish but was noticeably shorter than the one that took Ronin away. He noted the firearm that the man possessed, who was this person, why were they here? Aaron barely noticed that the pod in his hand had stopped glowing. In the same tone of voice the soldier said, "You would be Aaron Brown, correct?" Still unsure of what was happened, Aaron only managed a nod. If he had opened his mouth he could not have stopped all his questions from pouring out. The soldier pressed something on the armour covering his hand, Aaron couldn't see what it was but before he knew it he was standing in some sort of hallway. The walls were painted a depressing grey colour and the floor was only a darker variant of the colour of the walls. "Wha? Where am I? What did you do!?" Aaron asked, his voice slowly raising to a shout. "Calm down" the soldier said, obviously annoyed, "Take this, keep it safe and do not let anyone else touch it. Follow me." Aaron was handed a black slab, he couldn't fathom what it would be used for. When he looked up from examining the object he saw the soldier already a few metres in front of him. Aaron walked quickly, catching up to the soldier. His mind was swimming with questions, but he didn't want to try the patience of the person with the firearm.
Timothy walked for hours until Ronin announced they reached the location. Timothy looked around, and saw nothing, and was about to ask Ronin if he was sure- only he was gone. He looked around, and noticed Aaron was talking with a strange man. Timothy was about to ask the man a question, only he and Aaron had vanished. Just then, and orange pod appeared before Timothy. He picked it up. "Timothy Martin correct?" He heard. Timothy spun around and noticed a man that wore the same suit as the man who vanished with Aaron. He had small, blue eyes, as well as blonde hair, and stood about as tall as Timothy. "Hold still, please." he said.
"Wh-" Is all that Timothy managed to say before he was transported somewhere else. He couldnt see for a moment, but his eyes adjusted. The man gave timothy something- a black slab.
"Careful with that, please. If you value your memories." The man said.
"Who... are you?" Asked Timothy.
"Angelo." The man said. "Angelo Stevens."
"Where am i...?" Said Timothy.
"If you want your memories back, we need to hurry." Said Angelo. He sounded annoyed.
"Just two more questions, then." Timothy demanded.
"Yes?" Angelo said, clearly annoyed.
"When will my friends be here? And what will happen after we get our memories?"
"You will see your friends after you get your memories back. As for after that, well..." His voice trailed off. "Im afraid i don't know"
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After the trouble that was the town, the payoff wasn't too great. The site was pretty ordinary really. Just a couple bushes and trees. So this is where I get my memory back? It seems a little... Undeveloped. Although, a small pod emitting an eerie orange glow appeared at his feet, as well as in front of the others. Ronin seems to disappear after grasping the pod, and Aaron and Timothy doing the same. Thisis why patience is my number one virtue.
"You gonna go with your friends, uh, Winston?" An unfamiliar voice sliced through the silence. Looking up quickly, Winston was met with a rather short man no taller than him with red hair and dark brown eyes. He wore armor that would fit more in a museum, as well as a long distance rifl slung across his back.
"Why do you know my name, and where are my 'friends'?" His tone was cold, as well as laced with sarcasm, particularly at the end.
"Various reasons, and you'll see them soon." That last part almost sounded like a threat... "Now will you pick up the pod already?"
Picking up the pod, there was a moment where he felt, saw, and smelled nothing. But that was over almost instantly as he appeared in a rather nondescript hallway, along with the man from before. Handing Winston a black slab, he looked him dead in the eye. "If you would like to get your memories back, I suggest you don't drop this." Nodding twice, he tucked the slab under his arm and followed the man down the hallway.
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I love how the EO battle themes go on for a couple of minutes like normal and then after a while they are just like 'Ah nobody's going to be in a normal battle for this long anyway, fack it, GUITAR SOLOS!' Cracks me up.
Following Aaron's lead, I go in the direction indicated, along with the others that I met on the train. In this direction was a suburban area - Aganea Street. I ran along with the others, but we were stopped when somebody stepped in front of us. He growled ferociously, his elongated, sharpened fangs showing out of his bloody jaw, and two large mammoth-like tusks emerging from his face on each side of his jaw. He ran forward like an angry bear, his veins bulging out from his large, developed arms, straight towards Aaron. "Watch out!" I shouted, looking around the area frantically for anything that could stop it. I found little more than a garbage bin, but it would do. I picked up the trash can with ease, much to my surprise, and threw it at the man-beast. The can nailed the monster, blowing it back quite a ways and disorienting it significantly. "Did I just do that?" I muttered, suddenly very intrigued.
((Don't forget guys, your chosen ability is not your only ability - you also have inhuman strength, speed and agility, among other things. Use these to your advantage.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
The tusked beast quickly reared backwards, away from the flames that Aaron just spewed from his mouth. Quickly scurrying away, it came back for another charge, this time directed at me. As I looked frantically for something to stop his charge, an idea popped into my head. Standing in front of a house made of stone, I waited until just the right moment as the man-beast charged headlong towards me. Then, at the last second, I jumped to the side and away from the beast, causing it to smash head-first into the structure. It's tusks snapped like twigs upon impact, flying away from the broken stumps. Of course, its head was now buried a foot deep into the house. It slumped to the ground, completely unconscious and its head embedded in the stone. "Let's get out of here before more of those guys show up," I said as I looked at the unconscious, but not yet dead monster. I picked up one of the tusks, which was pretty heavy and could make for a somewhat decent club, and urged the others to continue.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"That, uh... that was me," I said as I timidly raised my hand. "I just grabbed whatever happened to be within arm's reach, so I threw the trash can. Didn't think that would stop it either, but you know, I had to do something," I said, looking over at the now banged-up trash can. I looked over at the unconscious beast nervously, and I suddenly felt rather antsy. "I don't want that thing waking up any time soon, so let's go before it does... or worse, something bigger shows up that I can't stop with a well-aimed wastebin."
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Also, we can do a timeskip I suppose.))
After about three hours, we had made it through the crazy town in the mountains where everything was going berserk. Looking at the coordinates again, I realized that we were literally standing on top of the site. "Well, it looks like this is the place," I said. Suddenly, a small... pod-like device appeared in front of me, and I saw the same appear right in front of the other people. I picked up the pod, and it radiated with a weird orange light. After a few seconds though, the light faded. "Ronin Ezekiel, is it?" a voice asked from in front of me. I looked up from the pod to see a man with short black hair. He wore a chestplate with broad shoulder plates, and armored boots with pointed toes. On his right hand was a weird mark, and on his other was a black gauntlet. On his back was a sniper rifle with a laser scope. "Follow me. Your friends will have to wait until their escorts arrive," he told me. He pressed a button on his black gauntlet, and we both instantly vanished.
When I came back, I found myself in a cold hallway that was painted black, with fluorescent orange light radiating from chiseled crevices in the walls. "Whoa," I mumbled. The man look over at me, his face as cold as ice, and handed me a black-screened slab that was about the height of pencil, but about the width of my face. "Do not let anybody else touch this. Your memory, if not your life, depends on it. Follow me," he urged as we walked down the cold hallway. "Excuse me, but-" he stopped pretty much instantly. "Yes?" he asked.
"When will my comrades get here?" I asked.
"That's uncertain. They'll probably get here as soon as they receive their trackers. They will arrive in due time, Ronin. Follow-"
"One more question."
"... Yes?" he asked, an almost irritatingly patient expression on his face.
"How do you know my name?" I asked.
"You wonder how we know your name, and not who you are, where you are, what on earth's going to happen, or who we are?" he asked.
"I just assume that all of that, I'll find out by myself. But what I don't understand is how you guys have known my name all along, when I found out what my name was only this afternoon."
"... I can't say, Ronin. What I do know is that all of this will be covered soon... including your most recent question. If you have any more questions, my name is Russo. Follow me, please," he requested politely.
((Similar events will happen to your guys' characters as well. They all wear the same equipment, but they are all different people. They can look pretty much however you want them to, but they still have that uniform.))
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"Don't do that, those things cost a lot of money" said a calm, somewhat bored, male voice near Aaron.
Slowly Aaron looked up to see another soldier-knight person in front of him. He was dressed similarly to the one that made Ronin vanish but was noticeably shorter than the one that took Ronin away. He noted the firearm that the man possessed, who was this person, why were they here? Aaron barely noticed that the pod in his hand had stopped glowing. In the same tone of voice the soldier said, "You would be Aaron Brown, correct?" Still unsure of what was happened, Aaron only managed a nod. If he had opened his mouth he could not have stopped all his questions from pouring out. The soldier pressed something on the armour covering his hand, Aaron couldn't see what it was but before he knew it he was standing in some sort of hallway. The walls were painted a depressing grey colour and the floor was only a darker variant of the colour of the walls. "Wha? Where am I? What did you do!?" Aaron asked, his voice slowly raising to a shout. "Calm down" the soldier said, obviously annoyed, "Take this, keep it safe and do not let anyone else touch it. Follow me." Aaron was handed a black slab, he couldn't fathom what it would be used for. When he looked up from examining the object he saw the soldier already a few metres in front of him. Aaron walked quickly, catching up to the soldier. His mind was swimming with questions, but he didn't want to try the patience of the person with the firearm.
"Wh-" Is all that Timothy managed to say before he was transported somewhere else. He couldnt see for a moment, but his eyes adjusted. The man gave timothy something- a black slab.
"Careful with that, please. If you value your memories." The man said.
"Who... are you?" Asked Timothy.
"Angelo." The man said. "Angelo Stevens."
"Where am i...?" Said Timothy.
"If you want your memories back, we need to hurry." Said Angelo. He sounded annoyed.
"Just two more questions, then." Timothy demanded.
"Yes?" Angelo said, clearly annoyed.
"When will my friends be here? And what will happen after we get our memories?"
"You will see your friends after you get your memories back. As for after that, well..." His voice trailed off. "Im afraid i don't know"
"You gonna go with your friends, uh, Winston?" An unfamiliar voice sliced through the silence. Looking up quickly, Winston was met with a rather short man no taller than him with red hair and dark brown eyes. He wore armor that would fit more in a museum, as well as a long distance rifl slung across his back.
"Why do you know my name, and where are my 'friends'?" His tone was cold, as well as laced with sarcasm, particularly at the end.
"Various reasons, and you'll see them soon." That last part almost sounded like a threat... "Now will you pick up the pod already?"
Picking up the pod, there was a moment where he felt, saw, and smelled nothing. But that was over almost instantly as he appeared in a rather nondescript hallway, along with the man from before. Handing Winston a black slab, he looked him dead in the eye. "If you would like to get your memories back, I suggest you don't drop this." Nodding twice, he tucked the slab under his arm and followed the man down the hallway.