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Rescha Graves
A Scion who knows nothing of her lineage nor ability who serves in Samson's Suicide Squad as a sharpshooter.
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The Wastelands
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Rescha Graves's Story
Rescha became a little unsure when Treia had waltzed up to the pair. It wasnāt that he was interrupting time with Kam. The young woman was unsure because she didnāt know if Treia would be able to keep this secret; a secret that Samson said to tell no one about.
Rescha sighed and nodded her head, āItās fine. He can come but I have to talk to you alone first. He can practice shooting while we talk.ā She made way for the door at a slow pace, gritting her teeth in annoyance at having to use the crutches. They did nothing but slow her down or get in the way. Twice already she had caught herself on a bunk and went sprawling across the floor.
Maybe this time sheād be more lucky.
Rescha sighed and nodded her head, āItās fine. He can come but I have to talk to you alone first. He can practice shooting while we talk.ā She made way for the door at a slow pace, gritting her teeth in annoyance at having to use the crutches. They did nothing but slow her down or get in the way. Twice already she had caught herself on a bunk and went sprawling across the floor.
Maybe this time sheād be more lucky.
āIām fine,ā Rescha spat in annoyance. It was the first time that she had actually shown herself to be in a bad mood. Usually the girl was easy-going and soft-natured, but something had happened. Something had upset her and it clearly showed on her face and in her behavior.
āI donāt need anyoneās help. I can walk across a room perfectly on my own,ā Rescha said before disappearing through the door with a few thunks of her crutches hitting the door frame.
āI donāt need anyoneās help. I can walk across a room perfectly on my own,ā Rescha said before disappearing through the door with a few thunks of her crutches hitting the door frame.
The setting changes from Dark Woods to The Hidden Glen
Rescha rolled her eyes at Treiaās statement not having the will or want to say anything back to him, even if it was highly annoying to her. He always had to say something about everything. Most times it was funny for Rescha or she would just ignore it, however, her mood almost did not allow for the latter.
āItās nice, Kam. I didnāt expect you to go all out like this,ā the young woman stated before hobbling her way over to a place where she could sit. After settling herself down, Rescha placed her crutches to the side and looked at her foot as if she were doing to chew the damn thing off.
However, instead, Rescha just sighed and leaned forward to hide her face in her hands. How could Samson ever expect her not to say anything about what he told her? Now Rescha was going to break his trust and put his job in jeopardy after Samson told her how much she reminded him of his own daughter; his dead daughter.
āStupid. Stupid. Stupid.ā
āItās nice, Kam. I didnāt expect you to go all out like this,ā the young woman stated before hobbling her way over to a place where she could sit. After settling herself down, Rescha placed her crutches to the side and looked at her foot as if she were doing to chew the damn thing off.
However, instead, Rescha just sighed and leaned forward to hide her face in her hands. How could Samson ever expect her not to say anything about what he told her? Now Rescha was going to break his trust and put his job in jeopardy after Samson told her how much she reminded him of his own daughter; his dead daughter.
āStupid. Stupid. Stupid.ā
Rubbing her face, Rescha finally looked over to Kamala but her gaze did not linger too long. It was hard for her to say what needed to be said and that much was obvious. Grabbing her knees, Rescha stared at the dirt between her feet.
āI talked to the lieutenant this morning while everyone was asleep earlier. I couldnāt sleep so I went outside for some fresh air. Well,ā Rescha said with a pause and another frustrated sigh, āour conversation continued on through about me being a sniper and then he asked me if I could keep a secret.ā
It was then that Reschaās voice dropped to a low whisper and she leaned toward Kamala so that they werenāt overheard, or she hoped.
āYou have to promise me on your life that you wonāt tell anyone this, not even Treia, or I wonāt say a word.ā
āI talked to the lieutenant this morning while everyone was asleep earlier. I couldnāt sleep so I went outside for some fresh air. Well,ā Rescha said with a pause and another frustrated sigh, āour conversation continued on through about me being a sniper and then he asked me if I could keep a secret.ā
It was then that Reschaās voice dropped to a low whisper and she leaned toward Kamala so that they werenāt overheard, or she hoped.
āYou have to promise me on your life that you wonāt tell anyone this, not even Treia, or I wonāt say a word.ā
Rescha seemed content on Kamalaās answer and nodded. The young woman took in a long inhale of breath to calm herself before saying, āI know why weāre here.ā Her eyes met the boyās and Rescha continued on explaining.
āWeāre a suicide squad, the Lieutenant said, that weāre not wanted but the military has nothing to do with us except to throw us all together. Basically, we were just sent here to do impossible missions because it wonāt matter if we die,ā Rescha said.
āEveryone who failed a test, or made an officer angry, or just made a mistake was thrown here,ā she said, āand they keep throwing missions at us too but Samson wonāt let us go on some because he knows for a fact that weāll die. The military doesnāt even care, Kam. They wouldnāt bat an eye if one of us died. Iām being dead serious too. You know me, thereās no way I could make this up.ā
āWeāre a suicide squad, the Lieutenant said, that weāre not wanted but the military has nothing to do with us except to throw us all together. Basically, we were just sent here to do impossible missions because it wonāt matter if we die,ā Rescha said.
āEveryone who failed a test, or made an officer angry, or just made a mistake was thrown here,ā she said, āand they keep throwing missions at us too but Samson wonāt let us go on some because he knows for a fact that weāll die. The military doesnāt even care, Kam. They wouldnāt bat an eye if one of us died. Iām being dead serious too. You know me, thereās no way I could make this up.ā
āKamala, why would I lie to you? Youāve been nothing but nice to me,ā Rescha said before adding in a smaller voice, āmostly.ā The young woman had given no one reason to ever mistrust her but she hadnāt given anyone reason to trust her either aside from Samson and being similar to his daughter.
āI didnāt say it exactly like he said it but the words are the same. The Lieutenant wouldnāt lie to me either. He said that if anyone found out, that he would be out of a job forever and get into a lot of trouble,ā Rescha said before Treia burst back into the conversation.
āYeah well,ā the girl yelled across the field toward him, āSorry for not being as freakinā smart as you, dumbshit.ā It was the first time that Rescha had ever said a curse against someone.
āI didnāt say it exactly like he said it but the words are the same. The Lieutenant wouldnāt lie to me either. He said that if anyone found out, that he would be out of a job forever and get into a lot of trouble,ā Rescha said before Treia burst back into the conversation.
āYeah well,ā the girl yelled across the field toward him, āSorry for not being as freakinā smart as you, dumbshit.ā It was the first time that Rescha had ever said a curse against someone.
āI donāt want to shoot. Iām worried about you,ā Rescha said before adding, āand about Treia too. Besides, I canāt stand without my crutches and it would be hard to hold a rifle while holding onto my crutches too.ā The young womanās hand went out and touched Kam on his shoulder very lightly as if almost scared to do so, but Rescha did it anyway.
āYou promised not to say anything,ā she said to Kam before looking over at Treia, āAnd you canāt say anything to anyone either. A lot of people could get into trouble if anyone else knew. I wasnāt even supposed to say anything either. The lieutenant would be so made at me ā¦ā Rescha felt awful and it showed on her face right then with a long and forlorn expression. She wrapped her arms around her torso and hugged herself while shifting her leg.
āLieutenant says there six missions waiting for us.ā
āYou promised not to say anything,ā she said to Kam before looking over at Treia, āAnd you canāt say anything to anyone either. A lot of people could get into trouble if anyone else knew. I wasnāt even supposed to say anything either. The lieutenant would be so made at me ā¦ā Rescha felt awful and it showed on her face right then with a long and forlorn expression. She wrapped her arms around her torso and hugged herself while shifting her leg.
āLieutenant says there six missions waiting for us.ā
āāIt wonāt stop at six and you know it wonāt,ā Rescha said to Treia before she looked down at Kamala. He pulled out his pistol and handed it to her. Rescha took it but she had no idea what she was going to do with it.
āAnd the commander wonāt be going on missions with us at all. His superior officers wonāt allow him to come on any missions for some reason. I donāt know what they are,ā the young woman admitted, āHe didnāt say anything about why.ā
Rescha held the pistol in both of her hands and looked down at it for a long while. After telling them the secret passed onto her by Samson, there wasnāt much else for Rescha to do. It was train and survive from that point on.
The saddest part about all of it for Rescha was that she preferred this over going back āhomeā to her foster parents; to Thomas.
āKam ā¦ā Rescha asked, āCan you help me over there or do you just want to sit for a while?ā
āAnd the commander wonāt be going on missions with us at all. His superior officers wonāt allow him to come on any missions for some reason. I donāt know what they are,ā the young woman admitted, āHe didnāt say anything about why.ā
Rescha held the pistol in both of her hands and looked down at it for a long while. After telling them the secret passed onto her by Samson, there wasnāt much else for Rescha to do. It was train and survive from that point on.
The saddest part about all of it for Rescha was that she preferred this over going back āhomeā to her foster parents; to Thomas.
āKam ā¦ā Rescha asked, āCan you help me over there or do you just want to sit for a while?ā
As Kamala reached out for the pistol in Reschaās hands, she handed it back to him without much care to what she was doing. Using the stump she sat on, the young woman maneuvered onto her own two feet. However, most of her weight seemed to settle on her left foot rather than her right. Reschaās ankle was still badly swollen and she couldnāt even wear her shoe. Toes squiggled beneath the hem of her battle uniform.
āYeah, I want to be a sniper, I guess. I donāt want to be falling down holes and creating more trouble for you two, especially now. Lieutenant said that all I have to do is point nāshoot. I still donāt know how I feel about killing other people though ā¦ā An odd look came over Rescha and her eyes locked onto Kamās. The only way she was going to be able to pull that trigger was if she pictured Thomasās face on each target.
Breaking the eye contact with Kam, the girl looked down at her crutches. She left them behind while she limped horribly towards Treia in order to shoot a few targets herself.
āYeah, I want to be a sniper, I guess. I donāt want to be falling down holes and creating more trouble for you two, especially now. Lieutenant said that all I have to do is point nāshoot. I still donāt know how I feel about killing other people though ā¦ā An odd look came over Rescha and her eyes locked onto Kamās. The only way she was going to be able to pull that trigger was if she pictured Thomasās face on each target.
Breaking the eye contact with Kam, the girl looked down at her crutches. She left them behind while she limped horribly towards Treia in order to shoot a few targets herself.
Rescha ambled over to Kamalaās side and watched himāwatched the gun in his hands. As she listened to him, she noted the wrong information he was giving to her, but Rescha didnāt say a word. She didnāt want to make him even more angry than he was right then. Having been stuck in the infirmary for x-rays and other prodding or poking from the medics, all Rescha could do during that time was read. The woman could devour a book in hours as her mind was still spongey unlike most at her age.
Needless to say, Rescha knew a few more things about guns in a theoretical sense than Kamala.
Grimacing from the pain in her ankle, Rescha looked at Treia and frowned. That boy just knew how to press her buttons. She was not going anywhere near him.
āCan I see it,ā Rescha asked Kam before taking the gun from him. Holding her weight on her good ankle, she released the mag, caught it, set it down, inserted a new mag, flipped the safety off, and aimed down range.
She seemed to know what she was doing, but Rescha was only repeating what she had seen before.
The gun wasnāt fired. She just stared at the targets.
Needless to say, Rescha knew a few more things about guns in a theoretical sense than Kamala.
Grimacing from the pain in her ankle, Rescha looked at Treia and frowned. That boy just knew how to press her buttons. She was not going anywhere near him.
āCan I see it,ā Rescha asked Kam before taking the gun from him. Holding her weight on her good ankle, she released the mag, caught it, set it down, inserted a new mag, flipped the safety off, and aimed down range.
She seemed to know what she was doing, but Rescha was only repeating what she had seen before.
The gun wasnāt fired. She just stared at the targets.
No. The target wasnāt a person but it could be one in the near future. It was a difficult thing to imagine a face being plant above the shirts; someone unwilling to die and unknowingly killed.
That was until Rescha saw his face among the targets. The words being passed back and forth were drowned out by the angry throb of Reschaās blood in her ears. Her breathing steadied and the womanās eyes just focused on the target, aiming at center mass.
By the time that Patchi had finished saying the word ābabeā, Rescha had released a volley of rounds toward one target, emptying the mag. Every bullet had hit the target accurately, aside from two which were a little high and left of center mass.
Rescha threw down the pistol and took in a shuddering breath.
That was until Rescha saw his face among the targets. The words being passed back and forth were drowned out by the angry throb of Reschaās blood in her ears. Her breathing steadied and the womanās eyes just focused on the target, aiming at center mass.
By the time that Patchi had finished saying the word ābabeā, Rescha had released a volley of rounds toward one target, emptying the mag. Every bullet had hit the target accurately, aside from two which were a little high and left of center mass.
Rescha threw down the pistol and took in a shuddering breath.
The young woman didnāt stay around for the praise or astounded words and expressions on their faces. Rescha limped back over to her crutches as fast as she could. For some odd reason, she was shaken down to the bone but none of them could ever guess why.
That had been one of the most terrifying moments of her life.
It had been as if the world was put into slow motion and the target had magnified by hundreds. She could almost see every fibre of the fabric, note the transition of the shirtās dye into the harsh black marker. Rescha heard the grinding of the round against the chamber as it was inserted, how the spring coiled backward and released forward, the sound of the pin hitting the primer of the round before the bullet exploded from its casing.
And then the world came cascading back to its original state when the mag had run clean.
Rescha stumbled and fell while the world squirmed and moved around through the tears in her eyes.
That had been one of the most terrifying moments of her life.
It had been as if the world was put into slow motion and the target had magnified by hundreds. She could almost see every fibre of the fabric, note the transition of the shirtās dye into the harsh black marker. Rescha heard the grinding of the round against the chamber as it was inserted, how the spring coiled backward and released forward, the sound of the pin hitting the primer of the round before the bullet exploded from its casing.
And then the world came cascading back to its original state when the mag had run clean.
Rescha stumbled and fell while the world squirmed and moved around through the tears in her eyes.
āI donāt want to do it again ā¦ ever. Donāt make me shoot, please, Kam, I donāt want to do it ever again,ā Rescha said in a hurried and choked voice. The young woman attempted to gain her footing and used her bad ankle to do it. Instead of crying out in her pain however, Rescha just bit down on her bottom lip and grimaced.
She opened her eyes and looked at them all: Treia, Patchi, Seth, and Kamala. They were all looking at her.
āHeās a better shot. M-Maybe he should teach you all,ā Rescha said motioning to Patchi.
She opened her eyes and looked at them all: Treia, Patchi, Seth, and Kamala. They were all looking at her.
āHeās a better shot. M-Maybe he should teach you all,ā Rescha said motioning to Patchi.
āIt wasnāt a rifle. It was a pistol ā¦ā Rescha corrected before wiping the tears from a cheek with the back of her hand. Clearing her throat, the girl sniffed and attempted to stop crying. Luckily enough, she was successful in that endeavor. Perhaps she would survive this yet ā¦
āThose belong to you. I gave them to you,ā Rescha said to Kamala, not taking the pills. The only way heād ever get them in her was if Kam shoved them down her throat himself. Rescha was not taking the pills no matter how much pain she was in. With some things, she could be just as stubborn as he.
āPlease stop fighting,ā Rescha said in a small voice as her fingers wrapped around the handle of her crutches. It came as a relief when the fight was stopped and Rescha could only stand there and hope that Kam took Treiaās advice ā¦
ā¦ for once.
āThose belong to you. I gave them to you,ā Rescha said to Kamala, not taking the pills. The only way heād ever get them in her was if Kam shoved them down her throat himself. Rescha was not taking the pills no matter how much pain she was in. With some things, she could be just as stubborn as he.
āPlease stop fighting,ā Rescha said in a small voice as her fingers wrapped around the handle of her crutches. It came as a relief when the fight was stopped and Rescha could only stand there and hope that Kam took Treiaās advice ā¦
ā¦ for once.
Rescha watched the pills fall from Kamalaās hand and then watched the hostility grow. The young woman pursed her lips together tightly and just sighed with frustration. She was tired. The bags and dark circles beneath her eyes told as much.
Without a word, Rescha crutched her way toward the barrack with more-than-sore-shoulders and hands.
Without a word, Rescha crutched her way toward the barrack with more-than-sore-shoulders and hands.
The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Forest Border
By the time anyone could arrive, Rescha was no where to be seen but a large cloud of mist rolled out of the shower room. There was a trail of clothes leading to the washroom and once Kamala set foot in the barrack, he would instantly recognize his clothing.
There were indistinguishable words coming from the back room and a figure moved in the cloud of steam. By the tone of voice, it was Rescha, and another clue left behind were her crutches scattered on the floor.
There was an angered scream that reverberated around the barrack, until Rescha appeared from the rolling mass of mist with clothing and hair sticking to every bit of her. Limping heavily, the young woman went back to collecting Kamās clothing up off the floor to throw it in the shower along with the other pieces that belong to him too.
There were indistinguishable words coming from the back room and a figure moved in the cloud of steam. By the tone of voice, it was Rescha, and another clue left behind were her crutches scattered on the floor.
There was an angered scream that reverberated around the barrack, until Rescha appeared from the rolling mass of mist with clothing and hair sticking to every bit of her. Limping heavily, the young woman went back to collecting Kamās clothing up off the floor to throw it in the shower along with the other pieces that belong to him too.
āWhat am I doing?! What am I doing?!ā Rescha yelled back at him, throwing her own hands up in the air. She was so mad by this point, Rescha could no longer just swallow her emotions and keep them bottled up inside. Too much change was happening and far too fast. Rescha was reaching a breaking point.
āI will tell you what I am doing,ā the girl said while approaching Kamala in a fast hobble which caused her to wobble once or twice on her traverse toward the young man. āI am showing you the same respect that you are showing back to me and to yourself ā¦ to everyone,ā Rescha said while attempting to poke Kamala square in the chest.
āDonāt you remember anything I said to you today? You think any of that stuff that just happened outside a few minutes ago matters? Weāre gonna die if people like you canāt keep their mouth shut and put their differences aside,ā Rescha yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice cracked and her face grew almost as red as Kamās.
ā¦ even if that had been her argumentāeven if those were the words that came out of her mouthāReschaās hurt feelings had come from something else entirely. She had tried to take care of Kamala but he didnāt let her. It broke her heart.
He didnāt take the pills.
āI will tell you what I am doing,ā the girl said while approaching Kamala in a fast hobble which caused her to wobble once or twice on her traverse toward the young man. āI am showing you the same respect that you are showing back to me and to yourself ā¦ to everyone,ā Rescha said while attempting to poke Kamala square in the chest.
āDonāt you remember anything I said to you today? You think any of that stuff that just happened outside a few minutes ago matters? Weāre gonna die if people like you canāt keep their mouth shut and put their differences aside,ā Rescha yelled at the top of her lungs. Her voice cracked and her face grew almost as red as Kamās.
ā¦ even if that had been her argumentāeven if those were the words that came out of her mouthāReschaās hurt feelings had come from something else entirely. She had tried to take care of Kamala but he didnāt let her. It broke her heart.
He didnāt take the pills.
āGOOD,ā Rescha screamed at Kamala after he said that he was leaving. It was for the best. This way he wasnāt going to die because of a stupid fight between him and other people. Tears had filled her eyes again and Reschaās chin quivered while her breath shook.
āI donāt need you here anyway, Kamala,ā she yelled after him not even moving when his nose had bled nor when the young man started to make for the door.
At least he wonāt die this way, not like some diseased dog being put down, Rescha thought to herself. If he leaves, heāll be safe.
As soon as Kamala reached the door, Rescha felt herself lurch forward and her mouth open as if she were going to call out to him; to make him stop. She didnāt want him to leave. He was her friend. Rescha didnāt want to lose her friend. However, no words had come out but only a choked cry. Rescha had screamed herself hoarse and could not speak.
It was only Treiaās entrance that gave pause to Kamala leaving and Rescha fell down onto the hard floor on her knees. She fell forward and hid her face in her hands then wept silently, her shoulders shaking from the powerful emotion.
āI donāt need you here anyway, Kamala,ā she yelled after him not even moving when his nose had bled nor when the young man started to make for the door.
At least he wonāt die this way, not like some diseased dog being put down, Rescha thought to herself. If he leaves, heāll be safe.
As soon as Kamala reached the door, Rescha felt herself lurch forward and her mouth open as if she were going to call out to him; to make him stop. She didnāt want him to leave. He was her friend. Rescha didnāt want to lose her friend. However, no words had come out but only a choked cry. Rescha had screamed herself hoarse and could not speak.
It was only Treiaās entrance that gave pause to Kamala leaving and Rescha fell down onto the hard floor on her knees. She fell forward and hid her face in her hands then wept silently, her shoulders shaking from the powerful emotion.
Rescha had heard enough, had seen enough. Pushing herself up to her feet, almost falling over in the motion, the young woman refused to look at either of them. So badly the girl wanted to call back towards him and tell Kamala to not leave.
For the longest moment, Rescha stood there with one hand holding a bunk to keep herself from falling while her back faced the boys. Her head hung low and strands of blond created a curtain around Reschaās face. Tears fell down on the floor.
I donāt want you to go, Rescha said to herself, but I donāt want you to get hurt. She changed a glance over her shoulder for Kamās eyes but even if she did meet his gaze, it wasnāt held for long.
A decision was made as soon as her eyes fell back down as Rescha spotted the rifle sitting on someoneās bunk. She took it up and started to hobble her way to the latrines without saying a single word.
For the longest moment, Rescha stood there with one hand holding a bunk to keep herself from falling while her back faced the boys. Her head hung low and strands of blond created a curtain around Reschaās face. Tears fell down on the floor.
I donāt want you to go, Rescha said to herself, but I donāt want you to get hurt. She changed a glance over her shoulder for Kamās eyes but even if she did meet his gaze, it wasnāt held for long.
A decision was made as soon as her eyes fell back down as Rescha spotted the rifle sitting on someoneās bunk. She took it up and started to hobble her way to the latrines without saying a single word.
It was only a few minutes before Rescha reappeared from the latrines. A strange determination was set in her eyes and the woman slung the rifle over her back. She walked on both feet, ignoring the white-hot pain that lanced up her leg. Grabbing her back hanging on the edge of her bunk while passing, Rescha slung that over her back as well.
There was nothing keeping her here anymore. Rescha was not going to stay here and die in a suicide squad. In chasing Kamala off, she had forced them both into a decision that was going to make both their lives better in the end. The woman could only pray that he would forgive her for what she said. All Rescha had to do was explain that she had been angry.
Passing by a certain bunk, Rescha spied the RPG. She took that too and put it on her back before walking past Treia without a word, and following after Kamala out of the bunker.
All he had to do was look back to see that Rescha was following him.
There was nothing keeping her here anymore. Rescha was not going to stay here and die in a suicide squad. In chasing Kamala off, she had forced them both into a decision that was going to make both their lives better in the end. The woman could only pray that he would forgive her for what she said. All Rescha had to do was explain that she had been angry.
Passing by a certain bunk, Rescha spied the RPG. She took that too and put it on her back before walking past Treia without a word, and following after Kamala out of the bunker.
All he had to do was look back to see that Rescha was following him.