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VFA R1 Vs LilithVFA R1 Vs. LilithVFA R1 Vs Lilith by randominuyasha
Dae'Knon lay on the cot she'd been provided with, wondering how all this was going to go down and when. She didn't get very far in her thoughts; the cot was horribly uncomfortable and every time she began to think up a plan the rock-hardness and bumps in the thing would make her lose her concentration. But she stayed there nonetheless, because even if it was uncomfortable it was better than all the other places in her cell she knew, she'd checked.
Since arriving she hadn't contacted Jeynyet, not wanting to worry her. She knew that the irken was going through some serious emotional turmoil with her even being in this kind of situation, and she didn't want to make it any worse for her. As such, she'd been forced to entertain herself entirely... something that was apparently easier said than done all alone in her cell.
The small room hadn't taken much effort to explore and before long she'd retired herself to the cot.
Late VFA entry is lateViper vs. HyalineLate VFA entry is late by Lubiniki
Time: Late afternoon
Place: Grassland arena
The brown vort made a sound similar to a moan of pain. He opened one eye slowly, almost cautiously, then closed it again.
"This can't be happening This Is just a dream No, no. A NIGHTMARE. It CAN'T be real!... " he thought, while opening his eye again.
The bunny was still in front of his face, looking at him curiously, moving that cute little nose of his as if trying to communicate.
Viper tried ignoring the creature, but the more he tried not to see IT, the more he could hear the happy buzzing of the bees.
This was NOT what he expected. And they actually expected him to FIGHT?
"DAMN IRKENS!" he could hear himself shout in his mind. It was the only way he could actually shout, anyway.
He tried thinking this over rationally. He was in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by cute bunnies and with happily buzzing bees. And they expected him to fight with another
VFA round 2: vs Dae'KnonVFA, round 2: Dae'Knon vs Ry CaitVFA round 2: vs Dae'Knon by KollapsMaster
Drop Drop Drop
Somewhere again drops of water knocked. Dae'Knon took lazily sideways glance to the side of noise, which distracted her once more. Water trickled down from the broken tap, creating the dark puddle on a filthy floor of prison cell. Dae'Knon wasn't even sure that this was water she knew, that the water was dangerous for Irkens as the majority of the alien substances.
Girl turned to the wall in the hope of getting some sleep. Her consciousness was in a strange and inexpressibly pleasing mood, when dream and reality have been layered on each other, permitting her mind to float freely in the stream of images.
At the beginning she thought about her brother, who must be rescued, then about Jeynyet, who was from time to time so annoying , but nevertheless so indispensable and dear. The last image before her eyes was Lillith's face, tear-stained and distorted by pain
Not so hideous new girl part10"Video communication established." Tak's ship's computer voice chirped. The screen showed a gathering of dark figures with yellow glowing eyes.Not so hideous new girl part10 by vampyre-lover-92
"Who are you and what do you want?" Tak snapped.
"We are the Resisty." Replied a deep gravely voice.
"That's a stupid name." Tak scoffed.
"We know!" growled the voice.
"Well, who are you resisting?"
"The Irken Empire. We work to defeat them."
"Get in line." Tak smirked. "And get out of the way, I have business to deal with."
"I'm afraid we can't do that." The voice retorted.
Tak glared so intensely at the screen that the figures seemed to start shaking. One of them suddenly broke down in a screaming fit on the floor.
"Get up Spleenk." The gravely voice hissed, this was followed by lots of loud bangs and some scuffling. For a brief moment the screen went fuzzy. When it returned it showed an abundance of different aliens scurrying about in a sort of panic. A Vortian who sat in in a chair, his head in his hands, seemed to be the leader of the Resi