forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"Ye sure ye don' wanna give it a try? We'd stop 'er if she got too unfriendly, acourse."

“Oh I’m sure…I’m fine, but maybe Mike or Bernon would want to have a go?” She nudged them both, “Or both at the same time perhaps? That’s be one hell of a fight for you all, well, Mike would put up a fight Bernon…” She shrugged, “We’ll see.” She grinned at them both.

Bernon laughed a bit nervously. "Ohoho, I don't think so. I'm more of a spectator, thanks."
Mike glanced at Nellie, who was watching them from the water. He almost seemed tempted for a minute, but then shook his head. "I'll pass. It's been a long day."
Johnny slowly nodded, squinting thoughtfully at Mike. "Say……do I know you, son?"
Mike looked up at him, his face closed. "Don't think so. I've heard of you, though. Stonehand was the talk of my town when you went through last fall."
"Oh yeah?" Johnny eyed him for a moment longer. "I s'pose you must be right. Jus' a face in a crowd, that's what I'm rememberin'." He turned away. "Walp, guess it's time to hit th' hay. Y'alll can have those tents over thar, an don' worry about keepin' watch. We'll be postin' guards ourselves."

Tanrail nodded and stood, “Well, goodnight everyone, see you in the morning.” She flicked two fingers in some sort of salute, grabbed her things and headed to one of the tents, disappearing from view.

Mike and Bernon followed, heading to the other tent. Bernon stopped on the way by and called out quietly. "Hey, Tanrial? If anything happens in the night, we'll be just to your right, okay? Mike says not to sleep too deep."

“Gotcha, night Bernon.” She said quietly, setting up the bed roll again.

Fortunately, the night passed quietly. Only once did any sound break the camp's stillness, and that was just the cry of some unlucky animal as it became Nellie's dinner. Other than that, there was nothing.
At dawn, Mike's voice came drifting through the entrance of Tanrial's tent. "Tanrial? Get up and pack your things. We're leaving."

Tanrial hadn’t slept well that night so was already awake when Mike told her to pack her things. She did it quietly and quietly and was soon out the tent, “Let’s go.”

Bernon was there as well, still yawning. He waved at Tanrial and nodded towards the trees. "There's a sentry out there somewhere," he whispered. "We'll have to go the long way around." Mike led them stealthily through camp, stopping regularly to check for movement nearby. They were almost at the edge of camp when there was a loud crash from up ahead and a shout.
"Get down," Mike hissed, ducking around behind a tent.

Tanrial did as Mike instructed, “Nayla?” She asked looking up a little. She couldn’t see anything but there was diffidently something there.

A second later there was another shout, and the hulking shape of Johnny came charging out of the morning mist.
"MIKE BLOODHUNTER," he howled, his voice contorted with rage. "Oh, I remember yew now, you low-down son of a–COME OUT HERE!" He barreled past their hiding place, heading for the tents they'd been in moments before.
Mike's face was set. "Run," he said flatly.

They ran into the trees, “Bloodhunter? What a name…” She panted, jumping over a log, “What did you do this time?”

"Later," was Mike's only reply. "We have to follow the stream through the marsh and get onto the river before they catch up. Change form, you're faster that way."

Tanrial shifted mid jump and skidded to a slight halt so Mike could jump on. As soon as he was, she took off again, hoping Bernon had shifted as well. Johnny and the mercenaries shouts were growing louder and Tanrial picked up the pace.

They raced through the trees and splashed across the ever-softening ground, staying just ahead f their pursuers. At last they spotted the wide expanse of the Mississippi ahead. It was so big that, in this light, it was impossible to see the other side. An old dock lay in front of them, sticking far out over the water.
"Jump! Mike yelled. "Get far out and let the current carry you. They'll start shooting any minute."

She sprinted harder across the dock and jumped as far as she could, landing in the river with a loud splosh. Why do I listen to you? She said to Mike, trying to keep floating and not drowning them both.

"Because right now there's no better option?" Mike suggested, ducking low to make himself a smaller target. The current was very strong beneath the surface, and in seconds they were several yards out of shooting range. Johnny almost dove in after them, but the other men held him back and he resorted to screaming horrible threats and obscenities at them as they were swept away.
Okay, Bernon grunted, trying to stay close to Tanrial. Mike, why did he want to kill you?
Mike was silent for a minute. "I met his son up North last fall. He challenged me to a fight. I said no. He attacked me anyway. I beat him. He didn't take it well and tried to kill me. I killed him." He didn't look proud or ashamed as he said it, but his thoughts were muted and closed off as if he didn't want to dwell on it. "I guess his dad must have seen my face before I left."
(I have to go to bed now, seeya later ^^)

Well, it was his sons fault for attaching you in the first place otherwise he wouldn’t be dead. Stupid decision really… Tanrial looked back at a few times to make sure they weren’t following, luckily they weren’t stupid enough to jump in.
(Okay, seeya later)

(shoot I slept in)
Bernon looked like he had a very different opinion of the whole situation, but didn't speak up.
The river carried them almost a half mile before Mike said that they'd better head for the opposite shore. "We don't want to get too far off course. As it is we probably won't reach New York State today."

(Aha, sleep is more important Lord my sis has friends over I am going to get no sleep)
Tanrial swam to the shore a d climbed out letting Mike get off before traveling a short distance and shaking out the water before shifting back, soaked from head to toe, “I am never swimming in the form again…” She complained ringing out her hair.

(pats shoulder comfortingly)
Bernon shifted back as well and sadly examined his soaked backpack. "If we don't stop soon and dry this out, the food will spoil. Not to mention…." He suddenly yelped and started digging through his things. "Oh no, the machine! Tanrial, you have the real one, is it okay? I don't think you're supposed to get them wet!"

(AC/DC, Queen and Guns ‘n’ Roses will get me though…)
Tanrial quickly rummaged through the bag trying to find the machine, finding it a little wet but all together, not too damaged by the water, “I think it might be okay, just needs to sit in the sun for a while…I’m not sure but it will still work…”

Bernon fretted. "I hope we didn't ruin it…"
"No way of knowing." Mike took off his jacket and spread it out over a branch, then started making a small fire. "We'll be fine here for a while. Let's dry out as much as we can and have some breakfast. That meat won't spoil if we eat it first."

Tanrial nodded and placed the machine on the ground, trying to dry it and herself off as much as possible. She flipped her hair over and tied it up with a rubber band she found in the bag, “Do you think Johnny will find us?” She asked.

Mike shook his head. "I doubt it. He's in the middle of a job right now, and unless he wants to lose that money he'll see it through first. We'll be long gone by then. Besides, this area is part of a different clan's territory. He won't be able to enter it unless that clan lets him."
Bernon groaned. "Not another Southern Clan. Who are these guys?"
"The River Runners. Don't worry, the edge of their turf is only a couple miles east of here. We won't run into anyone this early and this far from their base."