@Morals-are-for-mortals language
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Rhiv: he stirs, tensing a little. he's hearing something and he doesn't like it. GET UP. Rhiv sits up, watching every movement in the forest around him. he hasn't moved from his "breakdown area" by the river yet, but that's about to change. he considers speaking up, but he'd like to get the jump on whatever's out there rather than the other way around.
Tseth: The river was definitely close now. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or on edge. The thought of even going near one put him on edge already. He speeds up his pace.
Alex: He returns to the clearing again, putting the rest of his findings in the wood pile. He dusts the bits of bark and wood splinters off of his jacket and shirt before looking at Resh and Ater. “Looks like you two are getting along.” He picks through a few logs in the pile, bringing them over to the ring.
Resh: He looks over at Alex, then shrugs. “I guess you can say that. I didn’t die, so that’s something.” He looks back over at Ater. “I always had kind of a soft spot for animals. Especially the furry ones, heh-“
Juni: She tilts her head at Tseth, noticing how on edge he is. “You okay?”
Rhiv: alright then, shit. whatever's out there is too close for comfort. a chill runs up his spine - he's way too exposed on the riverbanks. but is there enough time to get to the treeline? probably not. he's not one for hiding, anyways. Rhiv straightens his stance, trying to make his silhouette as intimidating as possible.
Alex: He looks up at Resh from arranging the logs. “Heh, Tseth’s the same way. I remember one time he… eh never mind, you probably don’t want to hear it.” He finally gets the logs and sticks to stand up against each other on their own. Great, now to actually start the fire.
Tseth: He looks over at Juni, clearly not expecting anyone to talk to him. “I’m fine. Just want to get this over with.”
Resh: He looks at Alex and smiles a bit. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.” He watches him finish arranging the wood. “You need help starting the fire?”
Juni: She tilts her head. Maybe it’s something about the river? Do rivers make him nervous? Probably shouldn’t push. “Alright, if you say so.”
Salmook: he tilts his head at that. how could someone not like rivers? they're so fun! "Tsethy, can't you swim?"
Alex: That’s probably a better idea than me doing it. “Uh, sure-“ He debates continuing on with the story for a bit, before making up his mind. “I was going to say… one time when we were younger, we went few miles out of our city in the Wastelands. And he wouldn’t tell me where we were going, either.” He tilts his head, thinking. “We stopped just outside of a cave. He entered it, and when he came back out he was followed by a whole pack of nightstalkers.” He smiles a bit to himself as he remembers.
Tseth: He flicks his tail, agitated. “Yes, I can.” Now please stop asking questions.
(salmook rn: 👁👁 you sure-)
(he CAN he’s just been DROWNED as a TORTURE METHOD and now he has hydrophobia)
(Aw Resh and Alex are bonding,)
Resh: He tilts his head, listening intently to Alex’s story. As he listens to Alex, he holds his hands up to his chest, pulling out a medium-sized white candle from seemingly nowhere. He chuckles as Alex finishes his story. “Sounds like something I’d do. Never heard of a nightstalker before, are they friendly?”
(Alex rn: where the fuck did that candle come from)
Salmook: huh. weird. Salmook's had his fair share of water up his nose, but he still likes to swim. maybe Tsethy's wings make swimming weird. he tries to imagine what it'd be like if he had wings. he'd fly through people's windows and eat up their food! but that's mean, isn't it? he'd have to leave a few silver pieces behind - it's not stealing if you pay for it. "Oohh…"
Alex: He stares at the candle for a few seconds, and then looks back up at Resh. “Where did that come from?” The appearance of the candle completely distracted him from Resh’s question.
(Cnadol,,)
Resh: He looks down at the candle, then back up at Alex. “Oh- species thing. We can make candles from seemingly nothing. Lots of biological shit and magical shit, it’s a really long explanation.” He pauses for a moment. “…Probably not the answer you were looking for, but it’s the best one I’ve got.” He shrugs, then reaches over and uses the candle to light the fire. It seems surprisingly easy.
(again, Juni Tseth where- I'm struggling over here because salmook is daydreaming and Rhiv is tposing to assert dominance)
(Stop tposing you old but not actually that old man)
(well Tseth is being a paranoid fuck who doesn’t wanna talk so there’s not much I could do with him-)
Rhiv: he keeps his guard up, his entire body tense. now he's hearing… voices? they're low and faint. it's hard to tell whether they're close and quiet or loud and distant. shit, shit, shit. could he really hold his own in a solo fight? it's only been… seventeen seasons? yikes.
Alex: He shrugs. “Plenty of biological and magical shit with the skykids in our world. Mostly magical. Guess it would make sense.” And they creep me out, for another thing. They’re nothing like Resh and Juni.
He stands back up and grabs several long sticks from the pile, sitting back down and taking out a knife. He stares at an engraving on it for a second before taking one of the sticks and starting to whittle down the end.
Tseth: He looks at Juni and Salmook for a moment before speaking up. “I’ll just start walking ahead. Get there faster and I can check if there’s any danger.”
(salmook tries the grimace shake and fucking dies - YouTube Shorts)
(What the fuck is a grimace shake-)
(McDonald's? you haven't heard of it? I can't escape it-)
(I’m sorry the words aren’t wording rn)
(Interesting)
Jasmine: Sits up, looks around. Quinn? QUInn?! Oy! Anybody?
(Oof- sorry bestie, but this isn’t open. I started this, and my original account had to be deleted, so I couldn’t change the title. Sorry for the inconvenience!)
Quinn: Rises to a nimble crouch Jasmine? Cayde! 'where are my weapons?'
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