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 the dream team, tag: allie and shang
john alden schmidt
 Posted on: Feb 3 2017, 10:19 PM
john smith
❝ I'VE BEEN IN WORSE SITUATIONS THAN THIS .... I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANY RIGHT NOW. ❞
POCAHONTAS
30
6'1
HETEROSEXUAL
34

sammi



It was refreshing to be paired with someone who didn't need constant direction. Not that the rebellion needed that, but sometimes barking orders took more energy than was needed. There were very few people who could follow his direction without word orders. Thankfully, Shang was one of them. It was probably the fact that they both stemmed from a military background. Both highly skilled in examining the battlefield and figuring out the next move without pausing. Skills that not many possessed. He needed eager bodies, but Lord Above, it was nice to not have to worry about the other person.

Which was what was happening at the moment. Though, this was more fun than it was anything dangerous. Sure, the Darkness Warriors were pissed. Sure, they were chasing the pair down, but it was pretty exhilirating. It was better than being in camp and making plans for others to carry out. He tired of that. He was tired of being at the top and relished in actual field work. In being in the thick of things. In... well, fighting. Scouting missions were fun. But not this. He was always in trouble. It was just nice to stay in trouble.

Sliding to a stop near a tree, blue eyes cast a glance over his shoulder before glancing at Shang. Both were out of breath, and they had a little bit of a headstart but he could still tell they were being pursued. "Could've gone better, don't you think?" He quipped, running a hand through sweat dampened hair. Another glance behind told him that they were losing ground. Great. Not even enough time to ease the burning in his lungs. "Let's go then. A merry chase must continue." It's the flash of a grin before starting off again, boots crunching against the odd terrain.

The ocean was within earshot, and John could hear the lapping of the waves and the smell of saltwater perfumed the air. It was a refreshing and welcome scent. He had spent so much of his life on a ship, exploring, that the sea was as much his home as was the ground beneath his feet. And then that ground ended. John slid and fought gravity so that he wouldn't fall, and glanced over his shoulder. The horde was closer. There wasn't time for a diversion, if they stood and fought, they would lose to sheer numbers. A glance down told him that they would most likely survive a jump. 1% chance of survival was better than no chance.

So, with a glance at Shang and a tilt of his head towards the water... he didn't wait for confirmation...

He jumped.

shen tao wei , #445, BRO NOD i also don't feel like changing the picture soooooo
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shen tao wei
 Posted on: Feb 17 2017, 01:17 PM
li shang
❝ I don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❞
mulan
26
6'1
heterosexual
single
26

allie




when the fire takes over, blood is running
heart is pumping, as the battle gets closer ;



It wasn't often that Shang was able to go out on missions with John. A shortage of experienced leaders meant they were often off with their own separate teams. It was a precarious business, this balancing act of utilizing what little resources they had, grouping together the most able-bodied of the unexperienced recruits, training them, and peppering just enough strong, skilled warriors to keep as many as they could alive. Every day, he was forced to remind himself that he was no longer among the Imperial army. Not that it was difficult to forget, truthfully, the myriad collection of ages, genders, and even species among the resistance made that next to impossible. Sometimes, however, his frustration with their limitations bled through even his fast logic. They had not the weapons or supplies or even the manpower of an empire like China. While conscription had it's flaws, their fighters' willingness didn't make it any easier to march them into danger.

Shang knew his friend felt similarly; it was an entirely different kind of war they fought, but it was a war nonetheless and the toll it took had brought more than one warrior to their knees. His mind couldn't help but conjure up their faces, their expressions as their will to continue the fight fleeted, reflecting the price of fighting when they were not likely to ever gain any ground. He could not blame them for leaving, for choosing the life the real world offered to them, but their loss was felt all the same. As callous as it sounded, he would trade ten of the still-green recruits for someone like Hercules. He'd only heard rumors and stories of days past, the hero a ghost long before Shang had ever met the resistance, but he didn't discount the value of remembering him. It was a reminder of what the fight could do, what it would do to him, if he lost his focus.

Exactly why he continued to fight were not things he could easily put into words. Even inside his own head, the motivation was more of a compulsion driving him than anything tangible and easy to explain. At the moment, however, it was his will to live that kept him going. The mission had begun as a particularly dangerous mission though there was always a chance of it. It was a testament to the rapidly changing conditions of the animated world. More specifically, the darkness. It could touch, permeate, and alter anything it touched at any time. For some reason, John seemed to be a magnet for that sort of trouble. As evidenced by the things currently chasing the pair of the them.

Legs pumping underneath him, Shang kept an arm poised in front of him to push aside any brush or tree limbs that end up in his path without slowing down. His muscles burned with a familiar fire and one that only served to push him further, used to the exertion. It was the tightness in his lungs that indicated that it had, indeed, been a long time since he had run quite this far without stopping. A short note of relief trickled through him as he skidded to a stop behind John. Careful to use to the moment to regulate his breathing, he cut a glare at his friend. "When you die, I am going to use that line at your funeral," Shang let out a long breath as he retorted, raising an eyebrow. "'Here lies John...it could've gone better.'"

When they took off again, Shang didn't immediately worry over their direction. He had assumed they would veer off and run the line, hugging the cliff line while they tried to lose their pursuers. The seconds slowed down as he halted beside John once again, watching the wheel's turn in the other man's head as he looked over the cliff and made a decision. Shang came to the same decision at nearly the same time, despite the dread the dropped in his stomach like a stone as John disappeared over the side. Well, if he was going to die today, at least it wouldn't be ripped apart by one of the darkness's monsters. Taking a few steps back like a catapult being coiled, he took off just as their pursuers burst through the trees, leaping over the edge before they could reach him. The thought running through his mind as he plummeted was, regardless of whether either of them survived the fall, he was likely going to murder John.

john alden schmidt

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john alden schmidt
 Posted on: Mar 4 2017, 02:21 PM
john smith
❝ I'VE BEEN IN WORSE SITUATIONS THAN THIS .... I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANY RIGHT NOW. ❞
POCAHONTAS
30
6'1
HETEROSEXUAL
34

sammi



HERE LIES JOHN. . . IT COULD HAVE GONE BETTER.

The words echoed in his mind as he fell, and luckily he had some semblance of control and managed to get into a sort of diving pose. Which meant the hit into ice cold water was a little less terrible than it could have been. It was still terrible, and his body was quick to remind him of why it was a bad idea. But, he had done this before. ( MAN OVERBOARD. ) They called him crazy then, but he wasn't going to lose a man if he could help it. And he could help it. This war was no different than the many he had served in before. This land no different than the many lands he had already seen. Just different enemies.

Funny what went through his head in the few seconds between jumping off a cliff, hitting the water, and resurfacing.

Air refilled his lungs after what reserves knocked it out like a gut punch, and it wasn't pleasant. It tasted of salt and mosisture, but it was air. There was only a moment of hesitation before he started to swim towards a rocky island that wasn't too far off. It wasn't very big but it was land. And for the moment, he couldn't concentrate on where Shang was. Besides, it wasn't as if Shang had to be babysat.

Pulling himself up onto the shore, he flopped on his back and took a few more gulps of air. It burned, and he didn't care. It was air and it was safe from darkness. For now. Sitting upwards, he glanced up at the cliff facing where he could see the creatures snarling at him. Respite was nice, but, now was not he time. Struggling to his feet, he brushed the sand off of his arms, and glanced around. Shang should be appearing somewhere soon. Right?

"Shang!" He called, a hand raising to cup his mouth to make the sound louder. Well, he couldn't move until his friend appeared anyway. So, he was forced to wait. Completely according to plan. ( Right? )

shen tao wei , #445, \o/
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shen tao wei
 Posted on: Apr 15 2017, 04:16 PM
li shang
❝ I don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❞
mulan
26
6'1
heterosexual
single
26

allie




when the fire takes over, blood is running
heart is pumping, as the battle gets closer ;



The feeling of falling was a curious thing. Simultaneously lasting an instant and an eternity, there was something to be said for the sensation. The second Shang's feet had left the ground and he'd begun plummeting downward, his stomach had soared to his throat choking out any yell before it could begin. Afterwards, he wouldn't be able to recall if he heard anything other than the rush of air in his ears. Even his own heart beat seemed drowned out by it but that could be attributed to fact that it might not have been beating at all in those seconds it took him to fall from the cliff to the water. Pinwheeling his arms, he did his best to point his feet lest he end up in a position he'd rather not hit the water in. All the same, the impact stung as water slashed it his limbs before swallowing him whole.

It was stunning, the water colder than he imagined as it seemed to lock around his feet and drag him under. Momentarily unable to move as he mentally took stock of the important limbs, it was with jerking movements that he finally began to move through the water. With no bottom to kick off from, he pumped his legs almost frenetically trying to reach the surface. His lungs burned with the effort of holding it, every second an agony before he finally broke through the foamy waves. It was not a graceful re-surfacing, he'd admit; clawing at the water as if he could gain leverage from the current and gulping down oxygen in loud, croaking gasps, there was no doubt in his mind that he looked rather like a drowning animal.

It was not very long before the tactical part of his brain resumed its work, however, and he began making his way towards the beach. The cliff made an imposing shadow across the water as it loomed impossibly above. Dizzying was the only way to describe how he felt about the height of it and he had to look away before lightheadedness threatened to sink him right where he was. It took much longer than it should have to reach shore, his arms feeling leaden the whole way. By the time he felt the sand, he could barely drag himself out of the water and even then waves came up around his waist before pulling away again. Exhausted and spent, he lay there on his back for a moment and closed his eyes. It would be far too easy to not move again, Shang felt certain, but even without every instinct telling him so he knew that would be a foolish idea.

He was just gathering the strength to sit up when he heard his name being called. Though a quick glance around didn't reveal anybody he recognized John's voice echoing against the rock. The current must have dragged him further along than he realized. Groaning, he made it to his feet and moved towards the direction he thought the call had come from. "John," he attempted, the sound barely a grunt. He tried a few times to call back but his voice was little more than a croak, the salt water he'd swallowed grating irritatingly against the back of his throat. He settled for trudging through the sand until he rounded a copse of stones jutting up from the sand. He was going to need to rest before he continued. With a huff, he leaned against them and fumbled with the ties to the heavy chest plate he wore. The relief from raising it over his head and off his shoulders was nothing compared to peeling away the soaked fabric of his shirt. He was almost surprised that he'd managed to stay relatively intact in the fall, even his sword remained.

Lightened and already feeling better for having divested himself of some of the water-logged weight, he climbed atop the one of the larger rocks and looked down the beach. The vantage point allowed him a better view and he saw his friend several yards away. Waving an arm over his head, he called again, "John! Here!"

john alden schmidt


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john alden schmidt
 Posted on: Oct 15 2017, 12:28 PM
john smith
❝ I'VE BEEN IN WORSE SITUATIONS THAN THIS .... I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANY RIGHT NOW. ❞
POCAHONTAS
30
6'1
HETEROSEXUAL
34

sammi



He was freezing. It left tingles rippling up and down his nerves, but it had been so long since he had done anything so reckless. He could hear Thomas berating him already in his head. Brenna, too, probably. Raking a hand through soaked blond hair, he continued to look for Shang. It never occurred to him that the jump could have injured the other man. Not until he looked around and didn't immediately spot him. That was a stupid idea, wasn't it? It was instinctive, and gut based, but stupid. So stupid.

And yet...

Hearing his name, he pivoted and waited to hear it again. It didn't take long for him to spot the other man atop the rock and he immediately grinned. Shifting to push his fatigued body into a jog, he made it over to the rock in less time than he thought. "King of the rock now, are we?" He almost laughed before looking up at the cliffside. "At least we lost them, right? Made it in one piece. ... Mostly."

shen tao wei , #445, \o/
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shen tao wei
 Posted on: Oct 16 2017, 12:05 AM
li shang
❝ I don't need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❞
mulan
26
6'1
heterosexual
single
26

allie




when the fire takes over, blood is running
heart is pumping, as the battle gets closer ;



Shang waited until he was certain he’d gotten John’s attention before lowering himself to sit on the rock he’d been standing on. Sure enough, when he looked again, the other man was jogging towards him through the sand. He shook his head as he waited, sending freezing droplets of water spraying across his shoulders -- remnants of his dip in the ocean still evident in his dripping hair. The thick black locks were shorter than they used to be, something he was grateful for in this instance, but the wet ends now curling around his neck irritated. With a discontented sigh, he pushed a hand through the mess of it; attempting, at least, to get it off his face before he vowed to shave it all off. If it hadn’t been for a lingering sense of propriety, he would have already. Shaved heads were the marks of criminals and the worst sort of sinners. It would have been more practical than the hack job he’d done when he’d joined the resistance, that much was true, if only there didn’t remain that relic of his former life.

Though he hardly held such a belief now, it was a difficult idea to shake when it came down to it. Whatever guilt he might have held onto from his past, he just couldn’t go through with it. He was wired too thoroughly by that life to accept the shame associated with it in his memory. Even if it would have been nice to have to worry about it.

Shang let out an almost forlorn sigh just as John approached though he arched a brow high at the other man. With a shrug, he successfully sloughed off the thoughts of him as slid from the rock, landing agilely on his feet. ”Next time you want to try and kill yourself,” he said, his tone far less harsh than the words might have intimated. ”Do me a favor and leave me out of it?” Snatching his shirt off the ground, he shook it out before slipping it back over his head, the fabric uncomfortably clingy though less wet than before. The lightness had faded from his voice the next he spoke, brown eyes following John’s line of vision to the cliffs above them. ”What are you thinking? Wrong place, wrong time, or do you think there’s a possible breeding ground nearby?”

john alden schmidt


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john alden schmidt
 Posted on: Oct 17 2017, 01:44 AM
john smith
❝ I'VE BEEN IN WORSE SITUATIONS THAN THIS .... I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANY RIGHT NOW. ❞
POCAHONTAS
30
6'1
HETEROSEXUAL
34

sammi



The wind that rolled off of the waves was chilling, and for the first time since arriving here, he was shivering. But, the sun was still bright and warm, and he would warm back up fast enough. It wasn’t his first dive into the ocean, and it was surely not his last. The walk over to Shang did seem to last an eternity however. Perhaps it was the water in his boots, or the way the sand stuck to everything he was wearing. If the dive did anything, it made everything so much more clear and bright. Refreshing, right? That was the right term. The cold water woke up his senses, and he couldn’t help but keep his eyes roving over the cliff they had just left. Where did the beasts go? Where did they come from? This path had been so safe before. Were they getting more bold, or perhaps something else? Whatever the answer was, it wasn’t going to be a pleasant one. And while John wanted to know the answer, instinctively he wished he could just walk away and leave it. It was a flicker that slithered through his bones (bones that ached and muscles that screamed for respite) and his mind rejected it immediately. If he didn’t fight, who would? Ten years. He had been fighting for over a decade. He wasn’t about to back down now. Never back down.

Bright blue eyes focused on his friend and the grin flashed was almost too bright for their situation. ”Well, you see,” John crossed over to Shang and clapped a hand against his friend’s shoulder before continuing, ”I thought you could use a bath, Shang. Even the ditch diggers were starting to complain.” He managed a laugh before mirroring Shang’s serious expression. The time for jokes had ended. They had come here for a job. And while it didn’t go as planned, he owed it to his group to figure it out.

”I’m hoping for the first, and dreading the latter,” he replied. Glancing towards the rock, he took a moment before moving to climb it to try to look up better. He wished he had a telescope. Anything. Something. Who knew he’d miss Ratcliffe’s ship? At least the junker was well-stocked. ”I’m not sure if I want to know that these things breed. But they definitely multiply, don’t they?” He rolled his shoulders and tried to stretch out the screaming muscles before focusing back down, letting his eyes relax.

”Whichever it is, we can’t figure it out from down here. So, what’s the play? We stay here on this Island of Paradise, or we try to head back to camp? I’m good with either option, although, we may be pushing it on daylight…”

shen tao wei , #445, \o/
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