The sound of static in his ear heralded another command. Try as they might, their forces hadn't managed to make inroads with the general population. So be it. It would have made their lives infinitely easier here, but it wasn't a dealbreaker. Using hand motions, he directed half of his troops to the left, the other half to the right. He'd be heading upwards, providing cover as they entered the small base they were after. Fucking terrorists, holed up underground beneath a bunker they hadn't managed to blow to pieces yet. Damn thing was built like a nuclear protection facility. It'd taken everything they'd thrown at it. Now, their only choice was to go in on the ground.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He was fed the hell up and sick of this shit. True to form, the necromancer had pounded the bases. Weather shifted continuously. Rock and mud slides were common. The researchers could hardly get any damn work done. If the weather fucking up wasn't enough, every time they left the safety of the base, they were attacked by... something. Aryk had gone with one of the teams today in order to stay back and see what the actual fuck was happening.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *Their hunch had been correct. Travelling at night, once it had cooled down, had earned them a reprieve of sorts. The necromancer must not be nocturnal, because so far everything he'd thrown at them had come during the daylight hours, or early morning. Sipping from the water pouch Aryk threw at him, he scrubbed a tired hand over his face. They'd been walking for hours. This time, he was clearheaded and coherent enough to be able to say it definitely was hours and wasn't his perception of time being warped by dehydration and overheating.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *They'd been trudging through thick growth for hours. The fog that had been lighter near the shore with the breezes had become denser the farther inland they'd gotten. He'd begun chipping notches out of branches pointing the way back towards shore. As Aryk had glanced at him quizzically, he motioned to the GPS units* Shit's creepy as fuck, man. I ain't trusting technology in this hellhole. If the units go out or something frazzles the shit outta the signal itself, we can take note of where we come out at when this forest ends, and at least try to keep our sense of direction if none of your new buddies are willing to cough up coordinates.
Tyler Tieran |PF| *The little girl had finally passed out. Unexpectedly, so had he. His dreams were vivid, and almost terrifying in intensity, but each faded from memory as the next started. As the alarms came on warning people to buckle up for landing, he stirred, some tantalizing scent making his mouth water. Blinking his eyes open, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. More importantly, who had become his unwilling pillow for however long he'd had his head on the other man's shoulder in exhaustion.*
Tyler Tieran |PF| *He woke surrounded by the delicate scent of sated female and the heavy musk of sex in the air. Shifting, he ignored the sleepy mumble as he dug around the floor to find his pants, tugging his phone from the pocket. Flipping it open, he cursed before dragging his ass from the bed. He had, oh... 15 minutes to get to Aryk's. Luckily he'd picked a hotel near his new partner's home by using the GPS and the scrawled address that he'd shoved into the back of his wallet after checking the location.*
Aryk Larson |PF| *Last night had been another hell night. I normally didn't mind when spirits came to visit me, I just hated when they woke me out of a dead sleep and then just stood there staring. Sighing, I slide out of bed and start heading towards the bathroom when I hear my phone buzz. Odd, usually they don't email me until at least 9:00. Picking up my phone, I frown as I see I have been transferred. It's not unheard of. Due to my powers, I tend to go from one office to another.*
Tyler Tieran
Birthday- June 5, 1984 Powers- Ferrokinetic, Omnilinqual, Pyrokinetic Species- Human+ Sexual Orientation- Bisexual Employer- Psiforce Education- Black Ops. Don't fucking ask cause I ain't telling. Mated/Married to- N/A Power Descriptions- Ferrokinesis The ability to mentally manipulate metal. Omnilingual The ability to quickly memorize and/or decipher any foreign language. Pyrokinesis The ability to mentally manipulate fire, or heat in general. Find Me- Psiforce International The Den |