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  1. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea made room for the second charge, but the hulking mass stopped short, resting between the two. "Fuck. jeff, get-" Lance was cut off as brute lurched back and punched both soldiers into their respective walls, knocking a decent chunk of their health to yellow. Lance coughed as he stood, the...
  2. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance checked his rifle before following JD, the gore at their feet had become paint in Lea's mind, desensitized to the sight of organs and limbs. He followed his brother's command, sticking to one side with his weapon posed. The hall forward had several of the more common slashers on the...
  3. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance was glad and scared that JD saw the person at the end of the hall. While he relished in the idea he wasn't crazy, knowing someone or something was actually there was a concern. "Take the shot or let's go!" Lance pleaded in a whisper, giving Jeff a light shake. Some creepy figure standing...
  4. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea smiled weakly as he stood, he hadn't even considered food and such. With them constantly running and fighting, their bodies burned through energy stores and fat. "I doubt I'll want any of it, especially if it moves." He joked lightly as they walked down the halls to comns. Lance pulled up...
  5. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea ran his hands over his helmet as he tried to catch his breath. The blood flow pumping in his ears muffled the sound of JD and his plan. His hands shaking as his breaths became quick and shallow, his helmet lowering in response to the rapid breaths and heart rate. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" His...
  6. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance was about a floor ahead of JD and one from where they needed to be. He listened and clung to each word his brother said, the endearment mutual. He stopped to check on Jeff, his body half turned. "I completely agree, to hell and back, no regrets." Those were words the two shared a lot when...
  7. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    "Come on, JD, we gonna let a lopsided lift scare us?" Lance pushed the humor further as he attached his rappel clip to one of the cables. His eyes glanced up to double check they were alone, with joy and surprise they were alone. Lea held back any remarks in fear of a jinxing. He turned to his...
  8. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance rubbed his helmet in thought, both options absolutely sucked. He took a few steps away from the elevator and JD and then back. "Ok, what about climbing up the shaft? Like we did on that one rock world, scaling the cliff edge instead of going around. Right now it seens quiet and we would...
  9. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea could practically see the gears turning in JD's head by the long silence and distant look. He was debating his own feelings and stance, he was methodical like that at times, and generally it was a good thing. Lea respected Jeff for that, for always putting thought into things more than most...
  10. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance pressed his palms on the desk as he leaned forward, JD's assumption about a tampered message seemed so far fetched. He wanted to refuse the idea that EarthGov would put their people ar risk. "I doubt it, they..." His voice was filled with doubt, the evidence and all this being some freak...
  11. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea was grateful that some things were working in their favor. While JD was going on about the scraps and craftble ammo, a godsend, if god was a thing you would apply here... Nonetheless, Lea had found several more audio recordings and text files containing a few situations that arose the...
  12. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea was just as shocked by the Frankenstein-esque monster that laid dead. From up close dozens of bullet holes spotted the joints and the smudges on the thick plates were assumably also attempts at stopping it. "Unless the others tagged him, someone else has to be down here fighting, Jeff. Maybe...
  13. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    The first room, and a few after that, was a bust. A few small scuffles with a lurker and bloat, but those were easier compared to the beefed up slasher. Lea was starting to get annoyed by how little they were finding in resource, unless blood and viscera count... The idea of kinesis might work...
  14. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance finished his reload as JD more than finished their attacker. He wasn't used to seeing his friend act so violent, not that he could blame him give the situation. He, too, was having trouble keeping it together. He had been seeing shadows here and there but they were always small, getting...
  15. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lance took a moment to gather himself, checking for any severe damage to his suit and shaking the pain out as his RIG worked to administer a small amount of pain killers to sooth the adrenaline and get him back into action. The intense ring of the revolver guided Lea's attention to the fucked up...
  16. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea took post at one side of the door, his mind flooded with images of the poor soul on the other side of the door. The sloshes and crunches of the meal were familiar but the food was more or less alien. The counting from JD was distant but instincts filled in the rest as the cue was given...
  17. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea looked over at JD at the mention of hearing something, he was unsure what his comrade was hearing but he knew he himself was hearing scratching and murmurs, mostly from the rooms ahead. He was going to confirm with the medic when JD seemed to be in pain, clawing at his helmet like it was...
  18. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea didn't like the idea of using tools, they were unfamiliar to him, but he knew that a lot of modern tools punched holes through people easier than some weapons. Being used to mine large asteroids or clear debris from ships, it was no surprise someone used a plasma cutter or any real tool. And...
  19. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea nodded, regrouping would be the best. Even with low anno, numbers would hold better. He tapped the button to bring the elevator down, within a minute it slid open and the pair stepped inside. Going off the map and where the elevator came from, Lea chose to hit the same floor button as Sarge...
  20. Style Kella

    Fandom Waves of Dementia, A Marker's Calling... (Dead Space)

    Lea rambled on, his thoughts rushing in and out. This was all so much so soon, he had seen carnage and horror, but this was straight out of a movie or game. Humans were one thing, but actual monsters? He couldn't help himself or stop, he didn't even hear his friend's first set of callouts. It...
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