forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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Tanrial shook her head, “I‘ve never been far from this area.”

"Well….it's an experience. A little rough at first, but you'll get used to it. The main thing is to stay friendly with any locals you come across and keep careful track of what you have versus what you need. I'll show you the ropes as we go."
(Okay, gotta head out ^^ Seeya tomorrow!)

“Alright, sounds good.”
(Seeya tomorrow!)

Bernon sat back down to catch his breath, wincing just slightly. "Well, at least we have the evening to rest up and prepare. I have an old map upstairs, so when Mike gets back we can discuss our route a bit."

“I’ll have to look through my potions then… and the basement.” She sighed and flung the dagger at the wall above the fire place.
(Okie)

"This place has a basement? That's cool, I didn't know–"
At that moment the door opened and Mike came in. He had a backpack with him, and seemed slightly out of breath. More importantly, there was blood on his coat. A lot of it.
He closed the door and locked it, dropping his pack in the corner. "Got attacked," he said shortly. "There are people watching the house."

“I said they never give up a hunt…” She moved to the window, “How far way are they?” She turned back to Mike.

"The closest one's about five hundred feet. I took care of him though. Most are a bit farther out. I think they're just making sure we don't go anywhere." He wrung the blood out of his coat into the fire, making it hiss and spit. "We might have to fight our way out in the morning."

Tanrial moved away from the window, “Looks like it. We never should have gone, it’d made everything worse…” She slumped down in the chair.

"We had to," Bernon pointed out. "We wouldn't have an exact copy of the machine otherwise. Anyway, there's no point regretting it now. We'll just have to be extra determined when we leave."

“We’ll have to kill them, they won’t stop following otherwise…” She kept her gave on the fire burning in front if them.

Bernon looked like he was going to object, but Mike interrupted him. "Does it take something special to fight these guys? I mean, I just killed one, but do they have any specific tactics or weapons we should watch out for?"

“No, just… kill them anyway you can but… always protect your right side, they always aim there,” She sighed, “Some might use magic but they were never hired for there magic skills. At worst it will be a weak shield.”

"All right, got it." Mike hung up his coat to dry and opened up his pack. "Where's a good spot for me to sleep? I'm fine with anything."

Tanrial waved her hand and a small bed appeared. “I should become an interior decorator.”

Mike blinked. "Thanks." He went over and set his bag down at the foot of the bed. "It's….been a long time since I slept in a real bed." He seemed hesitant all of a sudden, unsure what to say. "I guess I'll……get unpacked then."

“Go ahead..” She shrugged and stood up, picking the dagger out of the wall.

Bernon nodded, watching Mike carefully. "Yeah, do that. Whatcha got in that bag of yours?"
Mike gave him a funny look. "…None of your business."
"Really?" Bernon glanced at the ceiling casually. "On an unrelated note, Tanrial mentioned that she was missing some potions after you left….know anything about that?"
Mike stared at him, then at Tanrial. "Was that accusation supposed to be subtle? Because it wasn't."

Tanrial rolled her eyes, “What the King of subtlety of over was trying to ask was if you new anything about the missing potions. If you’d seen anyone come in after we left earlier because I didn’t and I can’t smell anything out of the ordinary…” She looked at Bernon then at Mike, “Someone could have masked their scent but it‘s always best to check… I honestly don’t think you have taken anything but….”

Mike gave Bernon a malevolent look and turned his backpack upside-down, dumping its contents onto the bed. "I don't know the function or value of any of your potions, so I have no reason to take them. Feel free to search through my stuff if you don't believe me. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary when we got back here, so sorry, but I can't help you. "
(Gotta go to bed now, seeya tomorrow ^^)

“It’s fine, if you say you didn’t then you didn’t. I can’t see anything anyway…”
(See ya tomorrow!)

"All right then. I'm going to make something up with the stuff I managed to forage." Mike picked up a bundle of vegetation and went over to the fire.

“Nice,” She flickered her wrist and the fire grew a little, growing hotter for Mike.

He acknowledged the gesture with a nod. "We should go in shifts and keep watch tonight, in case the guys outside get ambitious."

“I’ll stay on first watch, you both should get some rest.” Tanrial offered.

Bernon stirred. "I'll come down in a couple hours and switch with you. If you need a break sooner, let us know."
Mike stirred the pot he'd placed over the fire. "Can you set this on simmer or something? We can leave it on all night and have it for breakfast."

Tanrial nodded her thanks to Bernon and turned to Mike, “Sure. I’ll make sure it simmers. You should both rest, it’s been a hell of a day. Especially you Bernon.”

(Tanisha: Say hey boo
me: fine, but you wanted to say hi so I thought it would be a hey
Tanisha: No say, hey boo
Me: Fine, whatever… tries not to die of laughter in science class
Hey boo- Neash)

(lol XD)
"You're telling me, Bernon groaned, walking stiffly over to the stairs. "See you in the morning."
Mike watched him go, then straightened. "You might want to pack while you've got the time." He sat on the edge of the bed and finally took off his shoes and jacket, placing them nearby on the floor. "Night." He rolled over and fell silent, not bothering to get under the covers.