forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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(sheesh I need to respect my alarm clock)
"Almost there," came Mike's voice from nearby. "It should be just a few feet north of a big giant rock, somewhere around here."

(Pfffffft)
Tanrial looked for some giant rock, “Giant rock my a- you mean this giant rock?” He asked, pointing at a particular large boulder.

"Yup," Mike said.
There was indeed an old, ramshackle cabin huddled up against the boulder's north side. The windows were dark and all was quiet, which seemed like a hopeful sign. Mike cast around for signs of foot or paw-prints in the area, but apparently found nothing because he returned his attention to the house and cautiously pushed the door open.
With a screech, a small furry creature shot out and ran past them into the darkness, startling all of them. Mike took a deep breath. "Just a stoat," he said. "Come on in."

“What a nice place.” Tanrial said, running her hand over over a table and dust stuck to her fingertips. She eyes the fireplace and it lit, she gasped slightly but soon her breathing went back to normal. The room wasn’t large but big enough for all of them. Small bookshelves lined underneath the windows, also coated in dust.
“How long has it been since you’ve been here?”

"'Bout six months," Mike said, dropping his backpack onto the table and sitting in the sturdiest looking chair. "I usually don't visit the same hideout any more frequently than that."
Bernon opened his own pack and started getting out some food. "It seems like the building's in pretty good shape," he remarked. "Just lots of dust and old animal nests in the corners."

Tanrial snorted, “You got that right.” She said, placing her bag and weapons in a chair and sitting in the floor near the fire for warmth.

Mike leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "Let's eat quick and get to sleep. We'll need all our energy for tomorrow."
"Here," Bernon said, passing out some of the bread and dried fruit the Gardeners had given them. "I second Mike's plan. Who's on first watch?"

“I’ll do it,” Tanrial said, standing up and moving closer to the door and windows so she could see out, “You guys get some rest.”

"Thanks," Bernon said, laying out his bedroll. "Wake me in a couple hours."
Mike was already asleep, his head resting against the back of the chair.

Tanrial smiled a little at them both before returning her gaze out to the window up at the stars. She sighed and picked up her near by dagger, fiddling with it, one eye keeping a watch on the darkness surrounding the cabin.

(Okay, seeya ^^)
Mercifully, nothing in the woods tried to bother them that night. Bernon actually woke up naturally just before it was time for him to stand watch, and went to join Tanrial by the window.
"Hey there," he said, yawning. "Man, this hard floor's sure giving me a major crick in the–"
"Hailey."
Mike had suddenly spoken from his place by the fire. His eyes were open, and he stared calmly at the rafters up above. "I said not to go with him, Hailey. You knew he'd do this. He never remembers to watch the time."
Bernon leaned closer to Tanrial. "I think he's sleep-talking," he whispered.

(Sooooo, it’s 2am and I can’t sleep. Hello)
Tanrial brought a finger to her lips and looked at Bernon for a moment then back at Mike. It was kind of creepy to see him with his eyes open but not actually awake.
I wonder who Hailey is? She mind talked to Bernon.

(Wow I did not expect a reply at that time lol, sorry)
No idea, Bernon answered. A friend or something, maybe?
Mike spoke again. "He's gonna get you in trouble. You know Neil and Jonna are worried about you. Stop going out so late." Then his voice changed, became harsher. "I told you, Hailey. He was trouble. Why didn't you listen?" His breath quickened. "Hailey. Come back." Mike's words became inaudible, and second later his eyes closed and he fell silent.
Bernon glanced at Tanrial uncomfortably. That didn't sound good.

(Eh, it's fine. I just couldn't sleep and was like hey! why the heck not)
Tanrial kept forward just slightly, the floor underneath creaking with the sudden movement. She peered over at Mike, he definitely was asleep. She looked back over at Bernon.
It might have been a dream or…. She looked back to Mike, He was remembering

Bernon frowned. Didn't sound like a good dream. I feel a little guilty for hearing what he said, like we were spying on him. He sighed. Well….get some rest, anyway. I'll keep an eye on him.

Tanrial nodded, It's not spying when he's sleep talking, that can't be prevented, She looked at Bernon for a moment, Goodnight. She quickly rolled out the bedroll and closed her eyes.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. At dawn, the smell of burning food woke Tanrial up. Bernon was still soundly asleep, but the fire had been stoked, and a pot of stew put on. However it was unattended and boiling over, sending water into the fire with a loud hiss. Mike was nowhere in sight.

Tanrial groaned, saw what happened and took the pot of the fire almost immediately, trying to make sure she didn't burn herself. She carried it to the table and placed it down with a bang, scowling at the chair where Mike and been hours earlier.

Bernon sat up groggily at the sound, his hair sticking up messily. "Wuzzup?" He squinted at the room in general. "Hey….where's Mike? How come the front door's open?"

"No clue. But he left the pot on the stove and the stews burnt…." She tuned and scowled at the open door for a moment before walking the few steps to shut it.

That was when she saw Mike, slumped against the side of the boulder a few feet away. His face was pale, and he wasn't moving. A large bloodstain was spreading across his shoulder, soaking his shirt and jacket.

"Gods." She ran out the door, the anger replaced with concern, "Mike? Mike, what the hell happened?" Apart form the bloodstain on his shoulder there wasn't any other sign of injury. She shook him slightly to try and wake him up.

He inhaled sharply and jerked away from her, not seeming to recognize her for a minute. Then his face tightened with pain and he leaned back against the rock. "Dangit," he muttered. "Jus' meant to get some fresh air. Din't mean to pass out like that."
Bernon came outside to see what was going on. "Mike? What the….." His eyes narrowed. "You got hurt pretty bad yesterday, didn't you?"
Mike stubbornly avoided his gaze. "I'm fine. He didn't stab me too deep. We gotta get up and go soon, we're almost there."

She rolled her eyes, "Not until you're feeling better and the wound is bandaged." Tanrial said, carefully hooking his arm over her shoulders to help him up. She led Mike into the cabin and sat him down in a chair, then went off to find her medical supplies.

(brb, might not be back on tonight)
Bernon closed the door and started preparing some more hot water. "What time is it, would you say?"

(okay)
"I'd say… well, it's a few hours from sunrise so maybe about eight thirtyish??" She replied, gently removing Mike's shirt so she could see the wound better.

"And how far is it to Ryker's base, Mike?" Bernon asked sternly.
Mike winced as the shirt was pulled away, taking with it some of the dried blood around the wound. It looked very deep (all the way through to his first rib) and messy, although he'd clearly attempted to clean and bandage it several hours ago. It must have started bleeding again quite recently, and it was starting to get a bit infected as well. Mike coughed a little, bringing up some blood.
"It's maybe eight miles from here," he said weakly.
"So," Bernon said, "assuming we walk at about a mile an hour, which is likely because of your wound and the rough terrain, we get there in eight hours. That's not close, Mike. And you should not be walking at all with an injury like that."
"Ryker has professional doctors," Mike grunted. "And you guys are fine at medical stuff. I don't want to waste another day."

Tanrial rolled her eyes, “Why are you so stubborn?” She said, dabbing away at the wound with a wet cloth, “Ryker can wait, what matters this second is cleaning and tending to this wound…” She paused for a moment, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We could have been moving by now what because of this, we can’t. Please tell me why you didn’t say?”
She grabbed a new cloth and a bottle of some yellow liquid, placing it on the cloth then onto the wound, small sparks of orange fizzed off of Mike’s skin where the liquid was being placed.

Mike actually growled when the liquid started to react, glaring pointedly at the fire so he didn't have to look at it. "I've been injured like this before, when I was traveling alone. I know how to take care of myself, and it's always cleared up without any trouble. This time I just happened to slightly misjudge my condition and stay on watch an hour too long. If I'd gotten enough sleep, you never woulda known I was hurt, and I would have been healing up just fine."