@ShadeStar
Chrysi walked back in and looked to Dragon, "Dragon's not a name. You'll have to come up with something better than that."
"But it's my name," he said with slight defiance.
"No, it's what they've called you."
Chrysi walked back in and looked to Dragon, "Dragon's not a name. You'll have to come up with something better than that."
"But it's my name," he said with slight defiance.
"No, it's what they've called you."
A couple more questions before I do start, what type of building is the HQ and what type of street would it be on? I don't wanna get everything horribly wrong in my first post.))
(Their HQ is on the rooftop of the buildings. It isn't seen easily as it is a rebellion base. Something people don't want to see. It's located in a more deserted area of town on high buildings and it's made of sheet metal and blankets.)
(It's more like a group of sheet metal huts to be honest.)
Alright then, I'll try to have my first post up soon!))
Mar did a fistpump, and then sat down next to Gail. “So, new here huh? Got any cool stories?” Her tail flicked back and forth slowly.
Gail shrugged "I left home at 17 and stayed on the streets until I was 18. I refuse to let anyone k ow my true name so people 'round here call me either Gail or Storm." Gail replied
Mar nodded. “Thats’ hardcore. But you don’t have to worry, you can stay here if you want.” She tried her best to smile in a friendly way.
(Cool.)
Gail nodded and smiled "i appreciate that love."
(Question: is Gail gay becuase I could see a ship there, but only if you’d like)
(She is biromantic which means (from what I understand) that she need to have a good relationship with you before she starts to think of you in a more roma tic way)
(Yep.)
(Okay, that’s cool)
Mar grinned. “happy to help”
Holding a tall, black lidded cup by the rim in one hand, Sariel made his way down the gradually emptying sidewalks. Despite living in the area for three full years, he had never paid any attention to the stores that were tucked beside each other on either side of the street. Everywhere there were shiny posters advertising different new and improved gene splicing techniques. Most of which showed the decorated areas of those who were INKed with large paragraphs underneath, which he could only assume were a bunch of disclaimers telling how it wasn't guaranteed.
We honestly would've been better off without these things. He thought, glancing down as coffee splashed out of an opening at the top of his cup and onto the sidewalk -which the people walking behind him narrowly avoided-. After a few minutes more of walking, Sariel had ended up in an area with virtually no other people, though there were tall buildings flanking the streets. He stopped and looked at one of the street signs. This is close to that crappy old apartment my parents had.
Mar grinned. “happy to help”
Gail smiled once again and looked out over the edge of the (roof?)
(If thy is within the rebel base, thy is most likely near the edge of a roof.)
Ok, I was confused))
Mar also oooked out over the roof.
Sariel stopped beside one of the tall signs and looked around before sitting on the sidewalk. The sky had darkened slightly since his walk from the rows of shops near the city's center. Maybe that's why there aren't many people here, he thought, putting his elbows on his knees. Occasionally, a car would pass, going way over the speed limit and each time this happened, Sariel scooted a bit further onto the sidewalk.
(Quick reminder this is about 500 years in the future. For a majority of men it's a utopia. So feel free to include whatever futuristic crap you want!)
"Dragon can be a name if he wants it to be a name." Chesh said as she pulled down her bandanna. "I'm named after the Cheshire Cat. If he want to be called Dragon so be it. But if he does keep that name I might just start calling him jabberwock though." She said.
Chrysi pinched her nose and let her bandana fall around her neck, "I'm not letting him call himself Dragon. The others would be even more critical and his splice would be given away immediately."
"Then Dak?" the boy spoke up.
Chrysi sighed, "Yeah that works."
"I'm still calling him Jabberwock." Chesh said.
Dak shrugged as he pulled himself together. Still dressed like royalty from the parade, "Okay."
Chrysi groaned and looked to Chesh, "Don't call him Jabberwock. That's just mean."
"No it's not! It's a nickname. What's so mean about it?" Chesh said walking over to Dak. "We might want to get him out of those clothes too. He looks like he just got booted out of the grand palace. He'll attract attention." She said crouching down next to Dak.
"Because nicknames make sense. Jabberwock makes no sense!" Chrysi exclaimed and Dak once again backed away from Chesh. She was just like those people at home with the white coats. Always getting closer and closer to him. Chrysi sighed and looked to Chesh, "Can you get him so new clothes for him? Just a pair of pants should do."
Chesh laughed. "Oh? You want to see dragon boy shirtless? Chrysi! I didn't know you felt that way about him." She joked. "And Jabberwock makes perfect sense. A Jabberwock is basically a weird dragon. And what is Dak? A weird dragon!"
Dak made a face and Chrysi groaned, "Your jumping to conclusions. I just feel it'll be easier to ceremoniously dump him into the INK if he's only half dressed. And call him Jabberwock one more time I'm taking away that damn story book from you."
Chesh jumped at the threat of her taking Alice in Wonderland book away. "Fine. I still don't understand why we have to dump him into the ink anyway." Chesh grumbled as she left to find dragon boy some pants.
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