forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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(All good)

Tanrial chewed on the bottom of her lip, “You can try. I have a couple that might be satisfactory but not very inclined to share unless I have to I guess.”

(Aaaand as it turns out I have to go to bed now, seeya tomorrow)
Mike held up his hand, still suspicious. "Question. Are you taking this memory for good, or will we still remember it afterwards?"
"Oh no, you won't remember, sorry. But it wouldn't really be a proper trade otherwise, would it?"
Bernon actually looked a bit relieved at the news. "Oh, well, have two if you want. I've got a couple memories I'd love to forget."
"Ha, you're too kind," The flies replied. "Go on then, picture them clearly, one after the other."
Bernon closed his eyes, and for a moment neither of them moved. Then the flies suddenly swirled in excitement. "Lovely! That'll do, thank-you very much good sir."
Bernon's eyes popped back open and he looked surprised. "…That is the weirdest feeling. I have no idea what memories I just let him take."

(May or may not be awake when you get back, fair warning. No promises tho)
Tanrial pursed her lips, “That’s what he said would happen. As long as you’re okay with the feeling..” She turned back to Whisper, “We fulfilled our end of the deal, can you fulfil yours now? Please?”

(sorry, had a bit of a rough day yesterday and couldn't find the energy for much of anything ^^; )
"Absolutely. Do sit tight for a moment." The flies whisked out of hiding and buzzed over towards the bandit, who was still sitting on the bank and scowling into space as if waiting for someone to come along so he could stab them. The flies stopped about a yard away, then condensed and warped until they had taken the shape of a thin, dusty black cat with unnervingly large green eyes.
"Everett," the cat called in a sing-song, multilayered voice. "I'm baaaack~"
As if suddenly electrocuted, the bandit leaped to his feet. "N-no! Not you again! Please, I'll do anything—just leave me alone!"
"Now now," the cat purred. "Is that any way to talk to the patron deity of your tribe? The Silent One itself? I still don't understand how you're not overjoyed to see me. Why don't we chat a while, Everett?"
"D-don't call me by my real name! I told you it's Redteeth!" The bandit was scrambling away, his eyes wild. "Why don't you go see the chief? He's the one who's supposed to talk to you and hear your commands!"
Whisper sighed, sashaying closer. "Ohhh, but he's so dull. Doesn't even know the meaning of half the words he uses. You on the other hand, your mind is sharp and full of wonderful ideas and delicious moral conflict–oh drat, he's gone."
The bandit had bolted into the woods, not even pausing to look back. Whisper glanced over its shoulder and grinned in a very un-catlike way at Tanrial and the others. "There, was that good? I think you can pass through now."

(All good man, I get it. Hope you're doin' okay^^)
Tanrial breathed a sigh of relief, standing and dusting herself off, "That was great, thank you," She replied, making her way over, "Since when did you become the patron deity of his tribe?"

(Yeah, I'm better today thankfully :) )
The cat washed its paw demurely. "The day after you and your bandit chief friend sent me off to cause havoc here. They already worshipped a god of death, but he was a fictional god created by their leader and I was able to easily fill the role without offending any higher powers. I must say, their shocked faces when I first appeared before them were quite amusing."
"I've never met or even heard of a spirit like you," Bernon said as he came forward. "At least, not under the name and shape you have now."
"No, I'm afraid we haven't had any dealings until today," the cat replied. "Thank-you again for the memories, they are painful and delicious indeed."
Bernon's face was one big question mark. "You're welcome, I guess…..?"
Mike put a somewhat protective hand on his shoulder and firmly steered him away from the cat. "Okay, well, I think we're done here. It's best we clear out before any other bandits come along. Ready, Tanrial?"

(That's good :) I'm glad you're doin' okay)
Tanrial nodded, "Yep, thanks again Whisper, really you were a great help. Stay safe, don't cause too much trouble. Seeya." She offered a smile to the cat, giving it a thankful nod before turning away in the direction they were headed.

(me too lol)
But the cat suddenly twitched its nose and sprang to its feet. "Wait, wait, wait! What is that you're carrying in your backpack, Mike my dear boy?"
Mike turned around in frustration. "I am not your 'dear' anything. And I don't know, you tell me. What am I carrying in my backpack?"
Whisper trotted over, its form shimmering. "The book of maps. Who gave it to you?"
"Some guy named Zachary Torres."
The cat's eyes widened. "Ohohoho, is that right! Oh bless your little souls, you're friends with him?"

“Well I wouldn’t say we’re friends with him,” Tanrial replied, “He just… gave us a map to help with out travels. Do you know him?”

"Know him! The pair of us used to be as thick as thieves back in the good old days. You're all probably too young to remember. Yes, even you, Tanrial." The cat chirped in amusement. "I had no idea he was still fiddling about on this crumbling continent. You'll want to be careful with him, my friends. He doesn't show his hand this easily for no reason."
"What do you mean?" Mike pressed. "You're think he plans to give us trouble?"
"No, not exactly. I'm only saying that being his ally automatically involves you in some rather grand things. Things you might not enjoy if you're looking for a quiet life. But I'll say no more! I'm sure you'll find out his game eventually."

“Wait hang on a second. He’s… older then.. me?” She raised a brow, “Okay so we knew he had some form of magical abilities but he’s definitely not human then. And what game? What else could be going on that’s worse then what’s happened so far? The universe is messing with us for sure now.”

"Sorry, I've spoiled too much already." The cat poofed into a swarm of flies once more and rose above their heads. "Just go along with the flow, you three, and I'm sure you'll do fine! Now I must be off, I wish you the best of luck on your journey! Ta-ta!"
Mike watched him go with a glare. "It would have been a lot simpler to just jump the bandit and get it over with," he grumbled.

Tanrial rolled her eyes, lightly punching Mike in the shoulder as they continued on their path, "Hey he helped us, didn't he? It was probably easier then jumping the dude and the bandit doesn't know what we look like in case we see him again. Sure, maybe there was some weird things at the end there but I'm sure we'll be fine."

Mike looked like he still had plenty of objections, but he didn't voice them. After a minute, he glanced at Bernon. "You sure you're feeling okay?"
Bernon blinked. "I feel fine! Just…kinda puzzled, is all. It's weird, knowing that I just lost some memories that were apparently fairly important and unhappy, but not being able to even guess what they might have been. I hope they weren't, you know, essential parts of my personality or anything."
"I still think you agreed to that spirit's deal way too fast," Mike said. "But what's done is done, I guess."
"There's one other thing I'm confused about," Bernon added. "How exactly did you meet Whisper, Tanrial? It mentioned something about the bandits that caught you guys….was it working for them or something?"

"Ah no," She said, "It's kinda a long story really but basically there was this guy at the camp, Blue and he like didn't talk and didn't like people very much, very jumpy and aggressive. Anyway, the bandits went out for a raid and I was patching up their injuries when they got back and this one boy was acting very similar to Blue," She explained, "So me and a few others including the chief went out to find what had caused this sudden change and met Whisper. Well, we found him in a mirror and yeah, made him leave their territory so it wouldn't happen again."

"So let me get this straight," Mike said once she was done explaining. "The spirit was somehow having a negative affect on people, psychologically? Any idea why? Was it just for its own amusement? I wouldn't be too surprised."

"Yeah pretty much," Tanrial shook her head with a small sigh, "Thought it was funny how everyone reacted to his effects if they got too close so he kept doin' it. Bit… strange but it's a spirit, what do you expect?"

"I admit I don't know anything about spirits. But what you're saying does match up with the way that sentry reacted to seeing him just now." Mike slowed to navigate a part of the river bed where the rocky sides had fallen into the center. "Oh well. I don't like anything about what just happened, but nobody got hurt and the spirit's not following us so I guess I don't really have anything to complain about. Hopefully he finds this tribe entertaining for a good long time."
(I have to go for a bit, sry)

"From the little bit that I know of the thing, he definitely will," Tanrial shrugged a shoulder, keeping her gaze on the ground so she wouldn't slip, "What do you think he meant? When he said we'd get involved in 'grand things?' I know we had our suspicions about Torres but…"
(All good, I should sleep anyway. ttyl)

(yeah seeya later ^^)
"I don't like to think about it. We just got done dealing with Ryker, and I'd rather not tangle with another megalomaniac so soon. Especially not one who might be a powerful, immortal magic-user. If this map book wasn't so amazing, I'd vote we ditch it as soon as possible. But as it is, I guess we'll just have to "go with the flow", as Whisper said."
Bernon nodded. "Agreed. And anyway, Torres didn't seem so bad. His letter said he wanted to help us get the data drive to the west coast. Maybe that's the 'grand thing' right there, and we were already planning on taking part in that. I'm sure not every mysterious dude in a position of power is automatically evil."

“Have you taken a look at a history book? Majority of the people in power tend to be manipulative evil assholes who threaten with nuclear war,” Tanrial said, “And being ‘mysterious’ is definitely not a good character trait.”

"How could you say that, Tanrial?" Bernon asked, pretending to be shocked. "Mysterious Mike is standing right here!"
Mike rolled his eyes. "You guys never quit, do you?"
"Sorry, bad joke. In all seriousness, you might be right, Tanrial, but you know me. I always like to give people the benefit of the doubt." Bernon sighed. "We can at least hope that Torres's particular brand of crazy isn't as dangerous as Ryker's was."

Tanrial snorted, “Mike may be mysterious but at least he isn’t trying to destroy the world,” She sighed, “If he’s helping us then hopefully he’s a good guy but you can never be too sure with people these days.”

Mike nodded. "At any rate, he's not bothering us right now, so I suppose it's better not to worry too much about him yet. In fact, we should probably be focusing on the path ahead. We're still pretty deep in the danger zone at the moment."

The road ahead was still rocky and unstable, probably more so then before. The little water that had run through the river had loosened the rocks and the sides, turning them to mud and wet sand that didn’t hold up well against weight. With the looming threats of killer cultists to one side, it was going to be harder then originally thought.