forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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“Alright, as long as we are safe for now.” She said, flipping back over and taking a seat by the fire, drawing small pictures into the ground with a stick.

Mike went to the sandy bank and started laying everything out in the sun. Bernon sat down next to Tanrial with a sigh and offered her dome of the dried meat. "How are you doing? I felt a bullet go by me ear when we dove in back there. Did you get hit anywhere?"

She shook her head as she took the meat, “No, not that I know of.” She looked down and quickly examined herself, “Nope, can’t see anything.” She ate the meat and stared at the fire before shaking her head to snap out of the trance.

"Are you cold?" Bernon sounded a bit concerned. "That water was frigid. Come closer to the fire, okay?"

Tanrial did as Bernon said and shuffled a bit closer to the fire, enjoying the heat that came from it, “I’m not going swimming for a while…” She said.

"Me neither. At least we don't have to stay in animal form….all that fur would have taken forever to dry."

She laughed a little, “Yeah, only downside is that your human form is wet when you shift back…”

"Ergh. You can't win." Bernon laughed too. Then his smile faded and he glanced at the distant silhouette of Mike, crouched at the water's edge. "Tanrial….I'm worried about that guy. I'm beginning to wonder if it's a good idea to travel with him like this. What if….what if he turns on us or something?"

Tanrial looked over to where Bernon was looking, “I don’t think so but we should be careful.”

"Yeah…" Bernon still looked uncomfortable. "If he starts….I don't know, acting weird, we should forget about this mission and make a break for it. Delivering a hunk of machinery isn't as important as staying alive." He turned back to the fire. "Anyway. Want some more of this venison?"

She shook her head, “No thanks, I’m alright.”

Mike came to join them just then, carrying his socks and boots in one hand. "All clear along the bank. There's no sign that anyone's been out here for at least a week. Let's not forget to really clear away all traces of our camp when we leave, though. No point risking the attention."
(Gotta go, may not be back on tonight :< )

“Gotcha. You know, next time you say jump in the river I am not going to listen to you as that was the worst idea you have had in this tip so far.” She lent back on her hands so she could see him better.
(Alright, seeya soon)

Mike rolled his eyes. "What were we supposed to do? Build a boat? We had to get across the river at some point anyway, and the only bridge is heavily tolled and far out of our way. I'd rather get a dunking than get torn apart by a bunch of angry rednecks, personally."
Bernon was going to speak up, then decided he had no opinion on this subject and went to check if his things were dry, leaving the two of them alone.

"Me too, but you're not the one who has to shift and carry someone else down a river while being shot at by a much of mercenaries who want revenge." She said, slightly annoyed.

"Okay, yeah, I'll bet that was a little unpleasant for you. I acknowledge that this morning's upset was mostly my fault because of trouble I caused with those guys a while ago. So sorry about that. But I was hoping they wouldn't remember me, and it almost worked. I know we've already talked about this, but death doesn't mess around out here. We'll have to make some sacrifices if we want to stay alive."

"You bet it was unpleasant. It wasn't mostly your fault it was completely your fault, but what would have happened if they had remembered you last night? With the amount of people there we probably would have died. I know we have to make sacrifices, I know that just as well as the next person out here so let's start with not going into camps of people you have already pissed off."

"And how is that suddenly my fault too?" Mike growled. He was going to say more but just then Bernon came hurrying back over to them.
"Hey, guys?" he said. "I think the river's rising. I had to rescue our stuff and I think this spot will be underwater soon…" he paused, looking back and forth between them and noticing their angry expressions for the first time. "…Everything okay over here?"

"Fine…" Tanrial spat, standing up, "If the river is rising we should move, no point staying here anyway." She put the machine in her bag and any other damp clothing items in as well, not bothering to look at Mike or acknowledge him in the present moment.

Mike rose wordlessly and stalked off to pack as well. Bernon looked concerned, but busied himself dousing and clearing away the fire, having already collected his gear. "Were you guys fighting?" he whispered to Tanrial.

"No, just having a loud discussion." She replied slinging her bow across her body.

"Okay….I guess I'll assume that you two have it figured out."
Mike came back with his shoes and jacket back on, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. He stood and watched them for a second, then helped Bernon clear away their tracks. "There's a path along the river to the north of here," he said without looking at either of them. "We follow it until the trees clear and then head east. We don't stop walking until dark."

"Fine… let's go then" Was all she said and that was all the acknowledgment he was going to get from her for a while.