forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"Why thank-you! I work very hard to make sure they're all in fine, working order. I've even had to repair some myself, see?" He gestured to the clothes dryer. "This beautiful butter churn had lost its handle somewhere, so I replaced it. It still performs as if it were brand-new, and–here's a little secret–you can even use it to store hot food so that it cools slower." The teen patted the machine proudly. "But I haven't see you in town before, so I guess you must be a traveler. You'd be looking for something more portable, eh?" He reached out and picked up a battered TV remote. "How about a sleek and classy finger-massage board? Or maybe–" He hefted a can-opener. "–a deluxe nail-clipper? You won't find better or cooler accessories anywhere, I'll tell you that."

Tanrial chuckled quietly and shook her head a little, "I'm all good, sorry kid. I'm looking for plants and herbs at the moment," She ran her hand over the washing machine and smiled, "You really repaired all these yourself?"

"Sure do! There's a bit of a bog down near the bend in the river, and all kinds of junk washes up there. I spend most days cleaning stuff off and putting back together, and lemme tell ya, that's tricky sometimes when you don't have any instructions. I have to do a lot of guessing, I admit, but observe the results!" He waved at the array of objects all around him. "So you're looking for herbs, eh? You a doctor, then?"

Tanrial, once again, shook her head, "Nah, I'm not smart enough to be a doctor. I'm more a… scientist? I don't really know the word but I make potions and tonics and things. I'm restocking before me and my friends start traveling again."

"Ah, cool, cool." The teen nodded sagely. "Sounds like what my sister Florie was gonna do before–"
All at once his eyes widened and his attention shifted to something further up the street. "Well, would ya look at that."
Walking through the crowd, nodding politely to those he passed, was Zachary Torres. He was dressed differently now, in much more formal and well-made clothes, and something in his manner seemed less casual and more detached. People stepped out of his way and made gestures of respect as he made his way through the market in their direction.
"That's the mayor of Den Ys," the teen said. "Good old Zander Baldwin. I'm surprised he's out strolling around…..he's a bit of a recluse, don'tcha see."

A frown etched it's way into her features as she nodded and made it disappear quickly, "I know a lot of people like that," She muttered, "What did you say his names was? Zander Baldwin? I thought it was… never mind."

The younger boy noticed her hesitation and glanced at her curiously as Baldwin/Torres slowly drew closer. "That's his name. Wait, have you met him already or something?"

Tanrial nodded a little, "Yeah… my friends and I… we bought a map from him a little while ago, for our travels."

"What?" The teen's brow furrowed. "The mayor doesn't sell maps. We don't even have a map-seller in Den Ys. Not sure what or who you're talking about, but it's pretty clear you have the wrong guy."
Just then a mild, friendly, and very familiar voice came from behind them. "Is there a problem?"
Torres had reached them and was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, watching with the smile of a waiter at a fancy restaurant. The teen gave him a quick and casual bow without getting up.
"Afternoon, Mayor Baldwin, sir," he said. "No trouble here, but, uh, we were kinda wondering……have you met this person before?" He gestured to Tanrial. "She says you have."
Torres turned and considered her with the very same grey eyes that, less than an hour ago, had been admiring Tanrial's potion by the light of the window. He was, without a doubt, the exact same person who'd sold them the map. But now, his expression held no recognition– only polite confusion.
"I'm sorry," he said after a moment, "but I believe you must be mistaken? I can't remember ever being introduced to you, Miss……?" He trailed off expectantly.

Tanrial narrowed his eyes at Torres for a moment before replying, "Tanrial. It's… Tanrial. Sorry, I really must of confused you with someone else as you look the same," She shook her head a little, "Well, it was nice meeting you, both of you but I should find my friends. Uh, have a nice day." She smiled politely and then hastily turned and walked in the other direction as if she'd been spooked.

Luckily, neither of them tried to stop or follow her, and soon they receded out of sight beyond the crowd. The atmosphere of the marketplace returned to normal, and nothing seemed amiss, but it was many tense minutes before Mike appeared up ahead, studying a display of hunting knives with mild interest. He noticed Tanrial coming and waved. "Hey. Have good luck so far?"

Tanrial skidded to a halt next to him, taking a moment to catch her breath, "There's something really wrong with this place. So, turns out, if you didn't see, Torres, is the mayor of this place, and goes by Zander Baldwin. Apparently this place doesn't even have a map seller. But it's definitely Torres, Mike. And get this! When I ask if he knew me, he had no clue who I was but it's the same. damn. man!"

(Oops I'm late)
Mike's eyes widened and his shoulders started to tense up. "That does it. Let's find Bernon and get out of here. Now."

Tanrial nodded, glancing around the area, “That combined with the weather… this place is weird.”

(oof I got pulled away)
"Yeah." Mike started walking rapidly down the street, eyeing their surroundings warily. "I just hope we won't have any trouble getting out."

Tanrial had to jog a little to keep up with Mike, cursing her little legs, "Hopefully not. The only trouble we might get is Torres, sorry, Baldwin stopping us on the way out…"

Mike shook his head. "I knew there was something sketchy about him. This whole venture could end up being more trouble than it was worth. Oh come on, where is he?" Stopping, Mike turned in a circle and scanned the stalls with an all-seeing gaze, searching for Bernon's familiar face. After a minute, he pointed towards the end of the street. "I see him. Jeez, he's already loaded with stuff. Let's go."
Bernon spotted them approaching and came to meet them, hooking the lantern he'd just bought to his belt. "Hi there. You guys look….upset."
Mike barely slowed down, just turned him around and started herding him in the direction of the main road. "Tanrial ran into some trouble. We're leaving."
"Trouble?" Bernon's expression quickly became serious. "What happened?"
"We'll explain once we're out of town. Hurry."

(Guess who’s back and feelin’ great? Me, that’s who)
“Bernon, you know how I said that sometimes being paranoid can be a good thing? and that it’s good to trust your gut feeling or whatever? Well I was right.” Tanrial huffed, glancing at a few people who were looking their way.

(yayy! I'm glad to hear it! ^^)
Bernon trotted to keep up with them, adjusting his backpack, which was now much heavier. "Okay, well…..I agree that sometimes you need a healthy suspicion of your fellow man, but jeez. You guys are acting like you saw a ghost."

Tanrial rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Well, unless Torres’s, the so called map maker has an identical twin brother who goes by a different last name, then everything would be fine. But I highly doubt it.”