forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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Yeah, let’s do that. She respond, continuing to the river, shifting back to her normal apperance once they got there.

Mike began setting up a fire while Bernon plodded right into the water, still in bear form, and took up a position at the edge of a small waterfall nearby. He stared at the water intently, barely moving.
Mike took out a fish trap from his pack and set it up at a safe distance from Bernon. in the calmer water near the bank. Then he returned to the fire and started rummaging through his things. "We still have a few food supplies from what the Gardeners gave us a couple days ago, but it won't last long. We should restock on edible plants as well as meat. I see some cattails over there, wanna help me gather them?"

“Sure, why not.” She said, turning to Mike with a small smile but one that did not reach her eyes.

Mike looked right at her. "Are you sure you're okay? Because it seems like something's bothering you more than just tiredness. I know you and I don't communicate very well, so if you'd rather talk to Bernon, that's fine. But if something's wrong, please tell us."

Tanrial shook her head, “I’m fine, honestly I’m fine…” She said.

Mike stared at her, then turned and began picking cattails. "This whole trip, it seems like there's been something you're not quite telling us. Sometimes you're extra tired, sometimes you seem like you're in pain. I think it worries me and Bernon both. I won't badger you about it anymore if that's what you want. But if it's something you're afraid we'll judge you about, just know that we wouldn't. Or I wouldn't, at least." He shook his head. "I don't know, maybe I'm imagining things and you really are perfectly fine."

She rubbed the back of her neck, “The magic can be a strain sometimes is all.”

"Ah. Is that what it is? That makes sense." Mike inspected a cattail, then discarded it. "I keep forgetting that magic is a factor in a lot of people's lives. Narrow-minded of me. Does anything help, if it's bothering you?"

“Rest, nothing you can’t help with.” She replied.

"Okay. Good." Mike gathered his good armful of cattails and glanced at Bernon. "Fishing's gonna take a while. Why don't you get some sleep and we'll wake you when the food's ready."

“Are you sure? Because I can help if need be…” She said, walking back over to the fire.
(Seeya later^^)

"Nah, it's fine. These cattails only need to be cleaned and cooked. Then I'll just be sitting next to my fish trap waiting for something to swim into it. The hard part will be not falling asleep myself." He gave her a little smile. "You go ahead. Bernon and I will keep watch."

Tanrial nodded, “If you’re sure.” She said, then fell asleep next to the fire.

About two hours later, the sound of voices and the smell of roasting fish woke her up. Mike was sitting next to the fire with Bernon, who was back in human form, talking about different ways to survive a blizzard. A long stick with several crispy fish on it was balanced over the fire, showing that they'd had a very plentiful hunt.

“Why in the name in all things are you taking about blizzards?” She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

They glanced around and grinned at her. "It's always a good time to trade tips about blizzards," Bernon said. "Sleep well?"

She shrugged, “As well as I could.” She answered, yawning a little, “I see fish hunting went well.”

"Yup," Mike replied. "Bernon caught three fish, which is a lot more than I expected. He's got some natural talent."
Bernon smiled proudly. "It's kinda weird to catch fish in your mouth, but after a while it gets pretty easy. I gotta remember this when and if I end up traveling alone again." He took a fish off the fire and speared it with his knife, offering it to her. "Try one. It's delicious."

She reached out and took the fish, taking a bite, “Well you’re not wrong, it’s pretty good.”

"Isn't it? I love fish." He took one for himself and savored it happily. "Man, it's good to be back on the road. We were only underground for like a day, but it feels like forever."
(brb, eating supper)

Tanrial shrugged a little, finishing off the fish, “Didn’t feel like that long to me, probably becuase you’re used to being on the road and I’m not but… we all experience things differently.”
(Okay)

"Yeah, true. I just didn't like being that far below the surface to be honest, it gave me the willies."
"I wasn't too fond of it either," Mike said, turning the spit slowly. "But at least we made it out in one piece. And now we know the basic layout of the place, as well as it's tech and the size of its army. We'll have a certain advantage when we return."

“That’s true.” Tanrial hummed in agreement, “We just need allies now.”

"Yeah. I think we have a pretty good selling point if we tell people that Ryker's planning on eliminating them from existence. We just have to get to them before Ryker finds them and feed them his lies about saving the world." Mike stretched. "I'm willing to try those fishing villages, and any other people we come across on our way. Sound good?"

Tanrial nodded, “Yeah, sounds good.”

"In that case, let's get this stuff packed up and head out. We may not have much time to lose."

“Alright.” Tanrial stood and started to help pack up the camp

They set out at noon, striking out away from the river and following a narrow deer path that ran roughly parallel to it. Mike tool the lead, stopping once in a while to make sure they weren't being watched or tailed by anything. It was a very quiet, tranquil part of the forest, however, and soon Bernon was chattering away about various adventures he'd had in the past and pointing out songbirds, pretty flowers, or odd-shaped trees. "Look at that one, that looks like a moose head. And that one looks like…..like….a porcupine."
"They all look like trees to me," Mike sighed.

“I agree with Mike, but don’t forget that Bernon has the most creative mind out of us three.”