forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"All right, if you're sure. By the way, while I'm here….Your other friend. Mike, I think. How'd you meet him? He's a smart young man, I wanted to thank him for helpin' me hold down the fort last night."

“Well, it’s a long story, to say the least. He came looking for a place to stay one night and turns out Bernon had what he needed and…” She shrugged, “Here we are.”

(brb, back in about 20 minutes)
"Hmm. He seems familiar……" the big man thought about it for a minute. "Did he ever give you his last name?"

(Alright, I might be gone by then)
“No, he didn’t.” Tanrial said simply.

(okay)
Bernon leaned over. "He actually told me one time–you weren't there, Tanrial–that he didn't use a last name. It's just Mike for him. I think it has to do with his relationship with his parents….?"
The bartender grunted, still deep in thought. "Well, there are a lot of Mikes left in the world. I'm probably thinking of a different one."
Bernon's expression became cautious. "Are you….remembering something bad this guy did?"
"Well, nothing specific. For years we've heard stories of a guy, Mike Bloodhunter, who sometimes passes through. A wanderer who helps people when no one else can. They say he's taken on bandits, warlords, even forest beasts before and won. I've always been a bit curious if the stories were true, is all."

Tanrial crossed her arms and lent foreword on the table, “If they’re true he’s never mentioned them to us. We’ve only known him for a short time anyway, so who knows. It might be true it might not be. He fits the profile, though. I wouldn’t be that surprised if he walked down the stairs and told us straight out now that you’ve said that.”

(Oh I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you I couldn't be on tonight! I'll be here tomorrow, I promise T.T)
"Told you what?" Mike said, coming down the stairs.

(Ooft, alrighty, don’t worry about it)
“How we are the most amazing people you’ve ever met.” Tanrial replied.

Mike gave them a skeptical look and sat down next to them. "Unfortunately, you're close to being right about that."
After a moment he realized the bartender was still staring at him intently. "What?"
The older man's blue eyes were narrowed slightly. "I was just wonderin' if you were Mike Bloodhunter, is all."
"Oh." Mike blinked, then looked away. "Yep. That's me."

“Well, that settles that then,” Tanrial said, looking from Mike to Bernon then back to Mike, “And you didn’t think to tell us?”

He shrugged. "I didn't choose that name, you know. Having a reputation is rarely a good thing these days, in my experience. Even if it's mostly a good reputation."

“Eh. Still, it would have been nice to know, Mr Mysterious. But, it doesn’t matter now, we know and that’s that.” She propped her elbows up onto the table.

The bartender leaned forward. "So it's true? You've fought forest beasts?"
"Yes," Mike said shortly. "Can you get me some of what Bernon has? I'm starving."
Reluctantly, the bartender did so. "I have to tell this to our leader. She'll want to know."
"Fine, whatever." Mike seemed annoyed by the conversation and turned to Tanrial and Bernon. "So anyway, I want to talk to you guys about our plans for the next few days."

“Go ahead, it’s not like we have anything else better to do.” She replied, “One thing that has to be done is the letters, do you guys know anyone else willing to help us?”

"Well, there's the runners, like Polla said," Bernon replied. "I was talking to Ozrig when he was here earlier and he said there should be one coming in at about noon today."
Mike nodded. "That's convenient. Before he gets here we need to figure out just who all we're going to send messages to, not to mention write persuasive letters for all of them. Tanrial, you mentioned your family and the people from your village, right? Anybody else you can think of?"
(brb, eating supper)

Tanrial thought for a moment before shaking her head, “None. We could always say in the letters that if they know anyone else willing to help then they can ask them, possibly. It might not work but it’s an idea.”
(Alright)

"Worth a try, anyway. Bernon, you got anybody you can contact?"
"Um….well, there's the Gardeners, but their pacifists so they wouldn't help….I've got a bunch of friends out in the farm flats, but they can't leave their homesteads for too long." Bernon paused, racking his brain. "Hey! The People's Army! They can help– oh, wait. They're corrupted now. Never mind."
Mike glanced over. "They are? Not when I last saw them. What did you hear?"
"Ah, they got all extremist and violent. You know, attacking the folks they're supposed to protect and all that." Bernon sighed. "They would have been perfect, too."
"Hang on, let's not rule them out. I met one of their factors a month ago that didn't seem too bad. Maybe we can ask that group to come and not the others. If we do that, it might help convince the other factors to shape up a little."

“That could work,” She paused for a moment, “What if… what if we ask Jonny and the Gator Boys? Granted with your history with them, Mike they might not want to help but… it’s worth a shot.”

"Ehh. I don't think it would work. For one thing, they'd ask for money, which we don't have, and for another, they don't take orders very well. We want a controlled invasion, not a massacre." He hesitated thoughfully. "Although…there might be another Southern Clan willing to help us. The River Runners, maybe, or the Pikes. They're always up for a fight but in my experience they're a bit more civil and manageable."

“Yeah, Alright then. Anyone else?”

Mike sat back and considered as he finished his meal. "Well….no, not that I can think of. I think if everybody we just mentioned shows up we'll have a good chance of beating Ryker. Heck, even if only a couple of them come we should be okay. So unless we think of anybody else in the next couple days, let's call it good there."

Tanrial nodded, “Okay, that sounds like enough people… hopefully.”

Just then Snatch came dashing back out of the kitchen. She was in cheetah form once more, with a cooked fish in her mouth and Rebka hot on her heels. She skidded around the counter and hid underneath Bernon's chair, giggling. Rebka stopped and put her hands on her hips.
"Snatch stole a fish!" She scolded, but she was giggling too. "At least make her use a knife and fork like a proper young lady!"

“I don’t think that will be possible, I doubt that Snatch even knows what a knife and Fork is.” Tanrial said, peering under the table at the cheetah.

It was too late anyway, Snatch had already swallowed the fish whole. "Wat?" she said brightly.
Bernon picked her up and put her on his lap. "Sorry about her, Rebka. "If you want us to pay you back for that…."
"No, It's okay," she answered cheerfully. "You guys are eating for free too, so it makes no difference. Tell me or my da if you need any more." She then turned and went back into the kitchen.
Mike watched her go. "These people are being real nice to us. I hope they don't regret it after all this."

Tanrial sighed, “Me too, if they tell us to never come back after this then I won’t be surprised.”

"They've watched our backs so far," Bernon said. "When we head back to Ryker's place, it'll be our turn to watch theirs."
Mike stood up. "Right. How about we head down to the beach and do some combat training while we wait for noon? I don't know about you but I could use some brushing up."

Tanrial nodded, “Sure thing. I could use some practise.”

They ducked out of the tavern and headed to the water's edge. Bernon gave a stretch, rolling out his neck. "I guess I should probably get used to my other kinds of magic, not just the bear form."

“Probably, have you used it since the first time we trained?” Tanrial asked, stretching out her arms and legs.