forum "Can Someone Talk To Me?" (OPEN TO ANY AND EVERYONE)

Started February 24, 2023 by Deleted user

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Rosjāi and Wren just sit there, watching unsure of what to do.

"Ok, good." Jordie says with a sigh of relief. "And it's nice to meet you," she notes, turning to the new girl. "I'm Jordie."

"If we're done settling our differences," Blade says sourly, "Let's get moving. I'm leaving without you." She turns and starts walking.

"Ok, good." Jordie says with a sigh of relief. "And it's nice to meet you," she notes, turning to the new girl. "I'm Jordie."

“Shaziri,” she says, nodding to Jordie, “My friends call me Shay, my enemies call me da’anar, and my brothers call me morally self-righteous and lacking in ambition. Anyway, where are we going?”
Phoenix heaved a huge sigh.

"Long story," Blade shouted. "NOW GET OVER HERE!"

Unaware as the others were, Blade had discovered something, hence the urgency for their attention. As she was walking, a tall, dark shape loomed out of the fog.

Wren and Rosjāi scramble over to Blade's side, watching as the shape looms closer.

When Phoenix sees the others gathering near Blade, he pushes Shaziri off and scrambles to his feet.
"What is it?" he asks, his tone tense.

Slowly, the fog cleared enough to see a pair of bright yellow eyes.

Titus blinked at the raggled group, wondering how in the world these people got together. He stepped into their line of vision without a word.

Dark hair and wearing dark clothes, he was definitely taller–and older–than any of them.

Wren looks up at the new man and whimpers quietly.

Rosjāi pulls Wren close, quietly.

Blade steps forward, drawing her sword. "Who are you, and why are you here?" She asks a dangerous edge to her voice.

Phoenix and Shaziri exchange a look; there is no need to speak. With a subtle nod, Shaziri slowly reaches out to grip the pommel of her dagger, while Phoenix shifts into a summoning stance.

"Don't use your sword on me," Titus says, his voice even, "It wouldn't do you any good. My name is Titus. As for why I am here, it is unclear." He gazed at each character's faces, knowing he was making them uncomfortable, and tried his best to appear harmless. Though, with his personality, it was hard.

Blade snorted. "I've heard stuff like that before. It ended with the person in question trying to murder everyone and me killing them. So maybe provide us with a bit more context as to how we should know your not a psychopath murderer?"

Whispering into Blade's ear, Jordie says, "I put an electrical force into your sword, so if this person is a threat they'll get a shock,"

Blade hides a smile and nods in gratitude.

Jordie winks back.

Dawn, Mira, Amelia, and the five children were just following the group, talking gently among themselves.

Titus blinked, weighing the odds, before finally settling on an answer.

"I am immortal," he replied, "Any harm you do to me will heal in record time. I cannot die. And being immortal has taught me valuable lessons. Like how pointless it is to be a murderer. Therefore, I am not one. Any more questions?"

“Yeah,” Shaziri shoots back, hand still on her dagger, “How are we supposed to believe you? I don’t know about everyone else, but you’ll need more than fancy words to get past my front door. So prove your claim, if you can.”

Titus didn't sigh or make a comment about how untrustworthy some people can be. He knew; he lived long enough to see it.

"How many of you know the story of D.B. Cooper?"

the eight of my characters looked up, not knowing the story, but wanting to hear.

Wren and Rosjāi shake their heads.

"I don't." they say in unison.

Phoenix and Shaziri exchange a look before Phoenix shakes his head.
"Never heard the name," the boy admits with a shrug.