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Rebuild on the Past(Team ASTC thread)(Closed but if you really want in PM)

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Kingnoname1:
It had been a successful enough mission, a daring strike into to the untamed wilds between Vale and Vacuo to search one of the recently rediscovered abandoned Lexkvar Industry facilities. It had taken a day to get out here by Bullhead but with the transport in ruins thanks to a close call with a Nevermore it looked like team ASTC had to make their way back on foot, at least until they got connections on their scrolls. The team carried between themselves cameras and sample kits as well as much intact scientific equipment they could carry. It lead to slow movement through the shrubbery which only worsened as they got to the more temperate and therefore forested Valish half of the continent.

Although the slow pace was doing a number on the teams resolve it devastated their resources, even Teddy's pack was mostly empty of food and the group had to rely on scavenging the surrounding environment to survive. Luckily all the students had gone through wilderness survival courses and had a decent idea of what plants you could eat and how to track the wild life. None more so than Calen who had lived in the wilderness for several years, although he deflected all questions about his skills with is normal horrible jokes, but the gaunt boy definitely took advantage of this. 'Accidentally' feeding his team mates hallucinogenic plants simply to liven up the drab atmosphere which had settled over them. It did not succeed.

They had been walking for ten hours to day, for the fourth as the team stumbled upon a town. Hope blossomed in even the most jaded member as they first saw the buildings but as they got closer it quickly wilted. The town was in ruins, long abandoned both by man and grimm the town still remained evidence of some folly venture to expand Vale's boarders. Decaying articles of their former occupants littered the area; books, dolls, even electronics. The town itself was made up of four two story buildings, twice that single story buildings and a large antenna. Despite the bad vibes the town was giving off it was clearly going to be the best place to rest, probably the best place they will find until they get to an actually inhabited village. As such Setsuna called a halt, a quick scan of the area showed no grimm or other threats remained.

A strange mixture of relief and trepidation filled the as they obeyed, some annoyed how easily that action was becoming. Collecting all their gear in one of the two story buildings the team then started to discuss what they should do for the last few hours of the day and the night which will soon fall. Calen was not doing well, mentally or physically. His knees ached from injures old and new and his figure had impossibly grown even more gaunt. Calen's outright refusal to eat anything cooked by the others because very apparent as they grew low on supplies and although he initially played it off as some sort of gallant action even Calen became bored of the act. There had been a growing part of Calen who missed surviving in the wilds by himself, particularly when his team mates were talking, but that was quickly becoming irreverent. Missing his many urban luxuries made the gaunt boy even more irritable than normal, his black hair had grown chaotically and stubble roughed his face consider but that all paled to his suit. What was supposed to be a two, three at the most day mission, had already become a seven day marathon and the suit was not holding up well. Threads torn even losing a button had meant Calen was forced to spend easily an hour a day repairing one on his suits, he had a spare but refused to use it in case they chance upon civilised company.

That was what Calen was doing now, using his semblance to launch himself to the highest point of the town, the antenna, and started collecting the errant threads. The entire town was bathed in a beautiful orange glow from the setting sun.

Mikelobmike:
It had already been a stressful time. Between his normal busy schedule and trying to fit in with his new teammates, Teddy had enough on his plate to deal with. So, it only makes sense that as much would go wrong as possible. Day 7 of what was supposed to be a maximum 3 day mission. Their supplies were horrendously low, even with Teddy's tendency to overpack. The weight that Teddy carried combined with the scientific equipment caused him to have to dip into his aura reserves to fix the damage caused by overexerting himself. By the time they found the abandoned city, Teddy was mentally and physically exhausted.

Teddy set to work quickly in an attempt to get the antenna functional enough to broadcast a distress signal. Solitary work would be helpful for him. The last few days of trying to fit in with the team had been uncomfortable at best. It did not help that the long, boring trek removed most of any small talk topics that any of them could think of. By the end of it, Teddy could not even muster up the energy to be annoyed at Calen's terrible jokes.

Progress was slow. It was obvious to Teddy that there was no way he was going to get this thing working without some sleep. He could not even figure out what parts he needed to be able to start trying to repair it. Laying on the ground with his head on his pack, he stared blankly at the ceiling trying to get his brain working long enough to figure out what to do next.

nathan67003:
Anna was ambivalent about her current situation. One one hand, the mission had been a success, Calen's meals were pretty damn good and things were currently peaceful; on the other, they had now been away from civilization for a week, Calen had been a dick several times (the hallucinogens had given her headaches as well as made her attack him on multiple occasions) and there were no books around apart from the wealth of digitized scientific literature they'd been hoarding.

She was currently sitting near the top of the radio tower, pinging her semblance every now and then as a makeshift sentry. Looking upon the surroundings was currently her sole source of entertainment apart from social interaction - but alarm duty was more important than that, surely. Apart from that, when it wasn't her turn to be the lookout, she helped whoever she could. However, lookout had been her job all the time until now, bar the time where she slept with the others in one building or the other.

She spotted a blur - quickly identified as Calen - shooting up the radio tower, stopping mere metres above herself. Her only reaction was a casual "Hey."

MonsterManic:
Setsuna felt like a failure.

By now the signs of self-doubt and guilt were clearly present on the normally cheerful and confident boy's face. Between the unsuccessful attempt to fend the Nevermore away from their transport, the weight of both the scientific...stuff and his own gear--he was regretting bringing his hybrid weapon long ago--and their current situation of little food and rest, the team's leader sat despondently in the shelter they had set up, racking his mind to come up with a solution and failing to keep the voices in his head out. He had started hearing them after Calen's "joke", constantly sneering and laughing mockingly at his pathetic state, and the only way to block them out was to physically exhaust himself past his breaking point. Not that he wasn't already doing that, but it was becoming so common that even that was starting to fail.

He had suffered hardships before, but this one he was not taking well. Out of the four, Anna seemed the most optimistic--not that it was hard, none of the others seemed to even want to talk--but he didn't think she had the knowledge to fix the broken system that Teddy was currently hard at work on. Calen had disappeared somewhere, which Setsuna couldn't even bring up a emotion to describe his feelings about. The situation was not hell, but he reckoned it could be seen from here.

He buried his face in his hands, gritting his teeth as he fought to keep his mental spirit from shattering. If only the voices would just shut up...

Kingnoname1:
'Huh are you already up here Miss Fall? Perhaps I should lay off of the blind jokes considering my own vision seems to be playing up.' Calen remarked clearly trying to start something. Not that even Calen had much energy to put into the taunt and focused more on repairing his suit jacket. Luckily there wasn't much damage today and he quickly hung it up on the post to prevent creases, well more creases.

As the shadows lengthened a few flocks of birds returned to the abandoned town chirping softly as they flew into the upper levels of some of the two story houses. Aside from the birds there was little noise to disturb the party and the sweet pull of sleep was very tempting. As Teddy began rudimental examinations of the tower finding most of the machinery was still there but much of the wiring had worn out and there was no power source. Testing the core machinery would be difficult without turning the entire device on which could damage some of the more fragile components.

His suit repaired Calen leaped down from the tower using his semblance to slow his fall and went off the try his luck hunting. Twilight was normally a good time as most of the wild life was tired themselves, not necessarily paying as much attention as possible. 'I'll be back by dark, we passed a stream on the way here and I want to bathe. Only Setsuna is allowed to peep guys, sorry don't make the rules.' Calen called out, not quite yelling but definitely meant to be heard by everyone. As Calen reached the river bank he quickly stripped down to his small clothes, revealing his scars to the world as he walked slowly into the ice cold river. Careful not to slip on the smooth rocks Calen pulsed his aura, searching for dinner beneath the slow ripples. A significant school of Bass was swimming past and Calen's lightning fast hands managed to grab a few before chancing upon the much easier prey of fresh water clams.

While Calen was away little happened in the camp, a few scares with movement around the edge of town but nothing came close. It was wild life but of course the grimm only needed to catch the team unaware once. It was a good night for star gazing as the sun starting to slip beneath the horizon, they could even make out aircraft flying over. Unfortunately ASTC was still close enough to the desert to really suffer from the cold nights with the bitter desert air carried towards them by the wind. Dropping from slightly uncomfortable to slight below freezing in half an hour.

Returning an hour or so later true to his word just as darkness had truly fallen Calen was ladded heavily with fish, clams and wild herbs whose harsh smell offset the gaunt boys bathing. Lighting a small fire, for as much warmth as for cooking, in the middle of town Calen started to gut and season his catch with the wild greens as well as touches from his almost emptied spice rack. The clams went in first, opened to deposit the majority of the spices within, cooked within the shell as Calen waited for enough coals to cook the fish fillets. Poking the shells around with one of his knives as their shells loosened and water started to escape. 'Anyone hungry?' Calen asked his own stomach growling, it took significant willpower not to eat them himself but he had kind of trapped himself in the role of team cook and needed to fulfill it.

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