~тнe ĸιɴɢdoмѕ αlwαyѕ ғαll~ (Accepting ACTIVE roleplayers)

[GorGor]

Gok faked a gasp as he attempted to look as hurt by Calamity's words the best he could, placing his hands on his chest as he looked over at his fellow soldier before back at Calamity.

"Me? What did I do? I helped. I shot him. Not to mention, I found him in the first place, little lady."

His attitude didn't seem to be improving as his mocking grin couldn't stay gone for long, even going as far as to wag a finger at her.

[TertleDove]

(Derp, I was focused on Calamity >_<)

Micah blinked as Ember cut her finger. He reached over to her. "Are you alright?" His eyes flashed with worry, he was ignoring his pain.

Calamity growled loudly. "Call me little lady one more time. I dare you." Her eyes flashed and she clinched her fists.

[GorGor]

"Well look at you. Where was this gusto when we had the enemy leader in front of us? We had the opportunity to end all of this, Calamity, and you just didn't pull you weight."

I said with a scoff, adjusting the General coat that hung from his shoulders before kneeling down to retrieve his flintlock.

"If what you just showed me is the extent of your big "psycho" spell that I was suppose to be knocking my knees at, color me unpressed, madame."

Tucking his gun back into his belt with his cleaver following, he waved his comrades off as he spun on his heels, taking his leave as he began to head back toward the castle.

"At this rate, I think the safer side would have been the rebels."

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( Lol that's fine. I jsut wasn't sure and by the way, is Lupin with them or what?? )

Emberfrost clenched her other hand and nodded, shaking her bleeding hand free. "Just a cut. I can handle that!" she huffed. "It's you you should be worried about." she sighed and pulled herself out of her branch to rest a hand under his arm, examining it closely. long gashes extended past his shoulder down to his wrist. "That must hurt."

[DragonDream]

( Victor went back to the camp )

[GorGor]

(I'mma give this a whirl lol)

*Name: Dr. Holloway (First Name Unknown)
*Age: 50
*Allegiance: Neutral
*Gender: Male
*Species: Human
History: Doc Holloway has made a name for himself as a travelling doctor, offering his services for little in return, seemingly out of the kindness of his heart. While this would appear to be a blessing at first glance, Dr. Holloway has a higher fatality rate with his remedies than actual cures, unfortunately. He's known for experimenting with unusual practices and drugs in hopes of finding a miracle cure for whatever ails his patients. Unfortunately, the only way to test these new remedies are on living patients. The up side being when they work, they're exactly the miracle drug he had hoped for. Unfortunately, due to his low success rate, it's gained him the moniker "The Angel of Death with the black leather bag."
Personality: Dr. Holloway is a bit of an odd ball. While seemingly friendly, he has a tendency to be extremely morbid, not menacing his words when dealing with his patients rate of survival. He's even been known to make light of his past failures. Wondering into this war against the King, he refuses to take a side, regardless of the pay. He will openly express how little he cares about the outcome of the conflict around him, as long as people need help, and he has patients to test his methods on.
Picture/Description: Holloway is a somewhat pudgy old man with a very ghoulish appearance. For some odd reason, he's taken the conscious decision to resemble an undertaker; wearing an all black suit beneith his duster with a matching hat atop his long white hair. His pale face and sunken eyes aren't very inviting either. Least of all, the large scythe he seems to use as a walking cane isn't doing him any favors either.
Likes: The Sick
Dislikes: The Dead
Crush: No time for such silly things
Family: None (Deceased)
Other: Holloway may eventually pick a side to join, but not for some time. Or at least until a compelling enough argument may be made.

[TertleDove]

Calamity snorted. "I was holding back." She followed after him silently, grudgingly. "The rebels will all suffer. I doubt anything will happen at your hands though. You're so lazy, you couldn't kill a fly." She brushed past him, letting her claws out as she passed, raking his side hard enough to break skin.

Micah shook his head. "It.. doesn't hurt. That badly, at least. They're just scratches. Nothing that bad." He winced as she touched his arm.

(Accepted x3)

[GorGor]

"Laziness? No. I fight smart, miss. When a whatever the hell Neon is and some abomination the King himself cooked up is struggling with the leader of the rebels, I have the unique opportunity to pick my spot."

There was an air of pride in his voice as he spoke, not even taking notice of Calamity closing distance between them as she followed.

"Right now he's got a slug in his thigh, thanks to me, and that's going to nag him a lot longer than any claw or teeth wounds. So you can thank me later wheeeeEEAAAAUUGGGGHHHHH!!!"

His violently jerked away from Calamity as she passed, feeling the sharp pain in his ribs as she raked her claws across his side, his hand immediately feeling the hot sensation of blood as he pressed his hand to it.

"YOU FILTHY WITCH, I SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THAT!"

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"Ugh. Guys are so headstrong. Listen, if it hurt let me at least wrap it in a poultice or you won't be shooting arrows anymore." she scanned the clearing and finding a small yellow flower picked it and plucked its petals using them to smash them into a mixture of honey and herbs. "This'll cool the pain." she looked at him with intuition bright as day in her icy eyes. She took a broad oak leaf and slathered it in the poultice before wrapping the leaf around his upper arm. "We better be getting back to the camp with Victor and Lupin. It's getting dark quick and I heard some noise earlier back at the scene."

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( I gotta leave now. Bedtime's callin' mah name! Later gators c: )