Battlefield Mobius (STH RP)

Az saw the cottage, but wondered whether it was safe or not. There could have been some crazy person living in there due to the war.
"I don't trust that place."

Messilita stepped on Az's foot. "It's my dad's house!" She angrily marched towards it,face puffed.

"OW!" He yelled, grabbing hold of his foot. She didn't do much help to Az's idea of it being home to a psycho after stomping on his foot.
"The hell was that for?" He grumbled, following at a distance as he looked round, also taking a look at the skies in case there were any fighters or bombers.

"Uhhh... is now really the best of times to be fighting with each other?" Aaron asked... which, is somewhat of a rhetorical question, but whatever.

Ignoring the pain, or at least doing his best to ignore it, Doraaz walked toward the house. It was far from trustworthy for him until he had been through every room and looked at everything inside. He had good reason to be paranoid about strangers houses.

"I'll stay in here.." Lucia said,sitting on the co-pilot seat.
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Once Messilita reached the house,she opened the door and went in.

Az followed suit again.
"Hello?" He called out softly.

"There's no one here,silly." Messilita facepalmed as she went towards the table, taking a seat.
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The interior looks deceiving. The furniture was intact,rather than broken or about to. There was a bed, a drawer and a closet in a room, a sink and a table in another. There doesn't seem to be a toilet anywhere. There is no electricity anywhere save a battery-powered lamp. It still works as Messilita switched it on.

Aaron seemed to be looking around with Messilita... his S.I.G.H.T. implant wasn't picking up anything for the moment, so he dropped his guard. "Well, at least something on this planet doesn't look bleak and hopeless," he said, rather than mocking Az about his skepticism.

Messilita leaned back and the chair broke,making her fall with a loud thud. "Oof!"

Doraaz was in the room next to Aaron and Messilita, taking a look round for anything worth stealing.

The bedroom had a dresser and a closet. There is nothing under the bed. On the dresser was a picture of Young Messilita and one buff guy. His face has been scratched off the picture.

He took a closer look at the picture... he recognised Messilita, but he wondered who the other person was. He wasn't bothered about it though, as he checked the dressers shortly after.

There were a couple of old batteries, a flashlight and some old clothes. The 2nd dresser was full of drinks,still drinkable because of their sealed state. The last one was empty.
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Messilita stood up...feeling a bit embarrassed. She kicked the broken chair soon after.

Doraaz took a drink, slipping it into his pocket. He also took the flashlight and a couple of batteries, but he wasn't going to need it... it was more for the team.
"Hey, anyone got a bag?" Doraaz called out, thinking the bottles would help them survive thirst.

"I do, but I'm not guaranteeing there's a lot of space left in it," Aaron replied. "Why? What'd you find?"

"Drinks and a flashlight." He replied, also checking the closet for anything.

The closet had a regular M14 Carbine inside with a couple of magazines. Messilita's clothes were hung up there and a couple of boots were on the bottom. Something sparkled beside them, they were keys.

The gun was too big and heavy for him, so he nicked the keys, closed the closet door and went back round to the other two with a couple of drinks and the flashlight.
"Can't find anything else." He said.

"So...how long are we staying here?" Messilita said as she leaned against a wall.

"Until nightfall." He replied... going out in the dark may have been rather dangerous, but at least they'd be harder to spot by enemy forces as long as they didn't rely on heat sensors.

"I'll go get Lucia." Messilita walked towards the exit.

"Keep an eye out..." Az's paranoia wasn't going to be ignored. He looked for a towel to go dry himself off, he was completely soaked from the rain.

"Got it." Messilita opened the door and walked out to fetch Lucia, even in her injured state.

Az kept a sharp eye... one twitch from the grass, he was gonna be out there checking the entire area.