forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"Thanks." He cut off a bit and crumbled it into the filling. "Sorry, I get chatty when I'm cooking. If you want me to be quiet, I can."

“No, no. I don’t mind, really. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a visitor so talk all you want.” She smiled slightly.

"Okay. Just checking." Bernon divided the filling between the two small pies and started rolling out the tops. "I'm enjoying the company as well. I can't remember the last time I spent more than a few hours with a specific person."
(brb having supper)

“Me neither. You’re gonna be stuck with me for a lot longer. Depending on how fast you pick up using your magic.” A small dragon was forming on te wood he was carving.
(Okie dokie)

"Haha, yeah. This will be unlike any skill I've had to learn so far, I think. Was it hard for you?"

A causal shrug, “Half and half. The magic part was easy but the shifting and ‘mind reading’ were harder to learn.”

"Mm." Bernon carefully arranged the tops of the pies and made neat little holes in the dough. "I guess we'll just have to see how I do." He brought the ramekins over to the fire and used what looked like two re-purposed coat hangers to suspend them above the flames. "These will be done in maybe thirty minutes. Mind if I go get unpacked real quick?"

Tanrial shook her head “Go ahead. I’ve made another bedroom upstairs. Pick which ever you want, I don’t mind.” She looked up and gave a smile, still tried from draining her powers.

"Thank-you!" He trotted upstairs and was gone for a while. When he returned, his hat and coat were finally gone and he was carrying one of his new notebooks. "It's so cozy up there, I love it." He sat down across from Tanrial, checking the pies before leaning back and opening his book. "So…weird question, I know, but….do you mind if I draw you?"

She stopped carving for a second before smiling, “Sure. But.. don’t expect me to draw you back, I can’t draw for the life of me.”

"No worries. I just like to remember the people I meet, you know? I write down as much as I can about all the places and sights I see. I feel like….somebody should be recording all this. These years are gonna be in the history books someday, if we still write books. I'd like to help preserve them." He sighed, starting a loose sketch. "It's a hobby, anyway. It keeps me from losing my mind when I'm out in the middle of nowhere."

“It’s a good hobby, and you’re right. These are gonna be in history books, if we still have them. It just depends on how much longer they’ll go on for. Hopefully things will get better soon.” She loosed a sigh.

He glanced up at her briefly. "Curious about what's going on in the outside world? I might have some news you haven't heard."

Tanrial straightened and nodded, “Yes…please.”

He shifted to make himself more comfortable. "Welp, the Cali Fire's still going, that makes ten months and counting. I heard another hurricane hit the East Coast this spring, and more people are packing up for good. I saw something that looked like a frog with wings on the mountain across from my camping spot a few months ago. Oh, and the People's Army is starting to stir up trouble in the Midwest. Ever heard of it?"
(I gotta go to bed, seeya tomorrow! ^^)

Tanrial shook her head, “No, I haven’t.”

"Originally it was an organization that defended ordinary citizens from corrupt government and military groups, but lately it's fallen under new management. Now they want to take over the country, and they're really cruel to anyone in their way, civilian or not. Although, I actually met one of the ringleaders a while ago, and he was surprisingly nice. He was convinced that the People's Army was doing the right thing, even when he was talking about the horrible things they'd done to innocent people. It hurt me, to hear him talk like that." Bernon fell silent, trying to focus on his drawing.

“I’m…sorry. I didn’t know things were… that bad.” She picked quietly at the wood in her lap.

"Well, I've only mentioned the bad stuff so far." He offered her a small smile. "There's lots of hopeful stuff too. You should see the gardens they've made in Idaho, they stretch on for miles and the people that live there are so peaceful and friendly. And the windmills south of the Rockies are cropping up like weeds. They provide electricity to the locals almost 24/7. And I heard about this race of deer folk that showed up in the New England area offering to teach humans how to live off the land like they do. That's pretty cool."

She retuned a strained smile, “Yeah, I guess so.”

"Sorry, I didn't mean to discourage you." He made a few final touches to his drawing and started scribbling notes in the margins. "Anyway, none of that seems to be affecting this area. Maybe it never will. Seems like the folks around here can take care of themselves."

“Yeah,” Tanrial turned her head to look at the fire, “Many live out of fear for being hunted down so they really stick to the village area, so they don’t bother my kin,” She shrugged, “It makes it very peaceful round here. It’s.. kind of like the neutral zone, I guess.”

"That's good." Bernon got up and checked the pies. "All done! Here, this one's yours." He wrapped the tin up in a cloth and handed it over. "I hope you like it. Never tried it with this kind of cheese before."

“Thanks, I’m sure it’ll be taste great,” Tanrial blew the steam from the pie and took a bit, “And for once I was correct, it tastes great!”