forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"Glad to be of service. By the way….not to be rude or pryin', but I was wondering what exactly you two are? I've never met a human with powers like you have."

Tanrial put her hands in her pockets, "Well, Bernon is human. I'm not though. Eyvn, to be exact. I've been helping Bernon with his powers."

Rick glanced at Bernon. "You're human? How's that work?"
Bernon shrugged. "Well, it's kind of a long story. But apparently a lot of humans have dormant magic in our genes and it can be activated if you know how. They think I might also have an Evyn in my family tree somewhere. I'm still getting the hang of my powers, but they're pretty useful."
"I see…and does Mike have any magic?"
"Nope. Hundred-percent human."
"Wow." Rick glanced at Tanrial. "And what about Evyns? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I don't think I've ever met one before. Do they live around here?"

Tanrial shook her head, "Oh, no. Not anywhere round here. At least not that I know of that is. Who knows if there is but I doubt it. Most stay close to home, I know I did before this whole adventure."

"Okay. And where's that? Must be somewhere kinda secluded, right?"

"In a mountain… a couple days hiking that way from here." Tanrial rubbed at her neck before pointing in the direction they came a few days ago.

Bernon blinked. "Man, I forgot it was that close. They could be the first people to arrive, if they're quick."
Just then Mike came back out of the tavern with Ozrig and the bartender close behind. "I'm heading out to the village to talk to Polla," he called to them. "If you want, you could start digging little pits in the sand for people to brace their feet in."
Bernon sighed. "That sounds like a job for big paws. I'll do it." Shifting into a bear, he ambled off towards the edge of the shore.

Tanrial sighed, "Wanna help Rick? Honestly I don't know why you would want to, it's a boring job to do so I don't blame you if you say no… but what Mike says goes I guess at this point so I should get to work before he rips my head off," She laughed, "Although I'd like to see him try." She muttered.

(okay, seeya! ^^)
Rick shrugged good-naturedly. "I'll help where I'm needed. You know, if you think you're friend's throwing his weight around a little too much, you should tell him that. In my experience, his type sometimes gets so excited about something that they forget to be polite."

"Mike forgets to be polite more often then normal. It's fine I guess, you get used to it after a while." Tanial replied before heading off to the shore to help Bernon.

(Pops in apologetically I won't really have a chance to be on tonight, sorry)
Rick followed, scooping up a piece of flat driftwood to dig with. "He seems like a leader type. He'll really get a lot of good out of you two keeping him thinking clear and on the right track."

(That's all good, smiles see you when I see you)
"If he listens to us. He does, don't get me wrong put he's so focus on himself and the plan he forgets we're… people and not robots."

Rick nodded sympathetically. "Well, if you want my serious advice, talk to him before he gets any worse." He sighed and looked away. "I've always been more easygoing than my brother, and I let him get away with a whole lot more than I should have. It's one of the reasons I ended up havin' to leave."

Tanrial shrugged, "Yeah, although I doubt we'll see him again after this whole situation is cleared up. He'll thank us for the help and then disappear by himself."

(oops sorry I'm late)
"Who knows, I guess."
Bernon sat back on his haunches and surveyed their work. I think we're done here. I'mma take a quick breather before the cavalry arrives. He flopped onto his back and heaved a giant sigh. I hope this isn't all for nothing.

(It's fine. Oh, I thought I should let you know there's been some trouble with a few people on the site, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) has been taking care of it but I thought I'd warn you. Just… watch out for Stone_well_forever, Steven/luke dawson and haley…)
Tanrial chuckled, "Hopefully it won't be for nothing, Bernon. Let's just hope Mike knows what he's doing. I still don't think it'll work because of all the water but who knows, I could be wrong."

(Okay, thanks for the heads-up)
Rick shaded his eyes and stared out over the lake. "Looks like we'll find out soon. I can see some boats coming our way."
Sure enough, there were three fishing boats drifting towards them, with Mike and Polla in the front one. They came to shore a few yards down the beach, and the village's strongest members piled out with bundles of rope under their arms.
Mike waved at Tanrial and Bernon, nodding at the footholds they'd made. "Thanks, guys. Ready?"

"I guess so. I still think this is a waste of time, Mike. But I guess we'll find out won't we…" Tanrial crossed her arms and still looked skeptical of the whole thing.

Mike was unfazed. "Yup. Hey Bernon, you can control water, right?"
Bernon sat up and returned to human form. "Yeah, why?"
"It might be helpful if the water pushed while we pulled, wouldn't you say? Sound like something you can manage?"
"Oh…I think so." Bernon got to his feet and waded into the lake. "Toss me some ropes, I can attach them while I'm down there."
Rick rolled up his sleeves. "It's make or break time. After you, ma'am."

Tanrial sighed, "Let's just get this over with." She said, grabbing a rope for herself as she made her way into position.

The fisherman quickly lined up two to a rope. Polla and Mike took one as well. After a moment, Bernon stuck his head out of the water and gave them a thumbs up. "Okay, ready!"
"On three," Polla called. "One, two, three!"
(brb, havin supper right quick)

On three everyone pulled as hard as they could. The bulldozer, as Tanrial expected was extremely heavy but with the force of everyone pulling and the water pushing, it slowly, but surely, began to move.
(okay)

"Keep pulling!" Mike shouted, digging in his heels. "Stay coordinated!"
The fishermen churned up the sand as they threw their backs into the task. From the water came a loud gurgling, sucking noise, and from beneath the waves rose the rusty yellow shell of the large machine. It groaned under the weight of the waves and the mud still clinging to its wheels, but steadily began to roll onto the shore. The lake boiled beneath it where Bernon was doing all he could to help.
"Almost there," Rick said through gritted teeth. "Just a couple more feet…."

"Come on already!" Tanrial pulled harder as the machine began to surface from the water.

At last, with an almighty crash, the bulldozer lurched from the shallows and onto the beach, where it sat shedding water and algae and small aquatic creatures. The villagers dropped the ropes and let out a cheer, congratulating each other proudly.
Mike grinned, panting. Bernon came tromping out of the lake, soaking wet but triumphant. "We did it! Nice work, guys!"

Tanrial collapsed on the ground panting, "Yeah, and let's see if the thing actually works."

Rick adjusted his cap and stepped up to study the machine. A couple of the fishermen joined him, making quiet remarks about the metal body and the rust on every joint. Rick climbed up to the cap and un-jammed the door, squeezing himself into the driver's seat.
"She wasn't airtight, so the seats and finish are ruined," he called after a minute. "The controls are a bit crusty, but I think we can scrape 'em off…." He sat back and frowned thoughtfully for a few minutes before poking his head out the broken window. "Tell you what, why don't you guys head to the tavern and have some supper? It'll take me a while to do a full examination."

Tanrial nodded, "You heard the man, let's go get something to eat and drink then."

They all walked tiredly to the tavern, where the bartender already had drinks waiting for them. Polla sat down next to Tanrial, shaking some sand out of her skirt. "I just realized I haven't talked to you much yet. How are you doing, me lass?"
(I have to go to bed now, seeya ^^)