forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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“Sorry, should have mentioned,” She said, smiling a little, “Yeah, let’s go see him.” Tanrial careful stood up, losing her balance a bit at first but soon standing steady.

Ryker got the door for her and led her down the hall, which was clean and white and lined with paintings of beautiful cities and farmland. After a few yards, he stopped and opened a different door. This room was just like Tanrail's, and Mike was inside. He had pulled back the covers of his bed and was sitting on the side of it, looking wide awake and wary. He relaxed only slightly when he saw Tanrial.
"Hello again, Mike," Ryker said. "Feeling all right?"
Mike nodded tersely. "Fine. Where's the other guy, Bernon?"
"He'll be here soon. I asked one of my doctors to bring him here." Ryker offered the chair to Tanrial this time and remained standing, politely turning off his phone while he waited.

Tanrial nodded her thanks and sat down, suddenly feeling a little dizzy.
“Hey, doing okay?” She asked quietly, hoping Bernon would get here soon.

Mike nodded and attempted a careless tone. "Just a little annoyed about what happened. I can't remember anything past coming back to camp and finding you guys passed out, and I don't like not remembering. Are you all right?"

“A little dizzy but fine.” She replied.

"Good."
Just then the door opened and Bernon came in, looking worried. "Guys! Are you all right?" He hesitated when he saw Ryker, but Ryker nodded politely and said that he'd give them a minute to talk. Brushing by Bernon, he went out into the hall and softly closed the door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, what about you?” She asked Bernon with a smile.
(Sorry I’ve gotta go, seeya later^^)

(Okay, seeya!)
Bernon leaned against the wall, looking uncomfortable. "I'm okay." For some reason he glanced at Mike, but Mike wasn't even looking at him, instead eyeing the bedside table suspiciously as if it might suddenly attack them.
"It's my fault!" Bernon blurted unexpectedly. "I'm sorry, you guys. I let my guard down and fell asleep when we were supposed to stay alert. If I'd payed better attention, this wouldn't have happened."
Mike gave him a blank look. "Why in the heck are you blaming yourself? We all fell for it. Keeping watch was everyone's job, not yours. We're not mad at you, are we Tanrial?"

“Mike’s right, we’re not mad at you, Bernon. We all got caught by Leila’s butterflies and there was nothing we could do to prevent going to sleep. Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

Bernon didn't look entirely convinced, but nodded. "Mhh. Okay."
"In the meantime," Mike said, sitting forward, "We need to be careful and watchful. We didn't get a chance to scope this place out like I was hoping, but it's no disaster. We'll just have to make do and try not to get in too deep. Tanrial, Ryker brought you here. Have you already talked with him some?"

She nodded, “Introductions, how we all met and if we finished the mission… I asked him what the plan was and he said he would tell us when we are altogether.” She replied, biting her lip a little.

"Oh. Okay. That's….good of him, I guess."
Bernon started to pay attention again. "How did he seem? Nice?"

“Nice enough. I said we we didn’t want to hand it over right away, I didn’t mention the plan, in case your wondering but he said that he was worried that when he grew power it would corrupt him, so to stop that he… well he is a father, adoptive not biologically…” She looked at her lap, not wanting to look at their faces.

"I wonder if that only strikes me as creepy because I'm feeling paranoid," Bernon remarked.
Mike shrugged. "Creepy or not, that all sounds fine for our purposes. Good work, Tanrial. I still want to give him the fake first, in case he's lying, but let's hear him out. Any objections?"

“None from me. Let’s just hope he won’t get made and try and blast our heads off when he finds out its a fake… oh and most of his kids have magic, we’ll they don’t call it magic but it’s magic to me.” She said, looking up.

"Good to know. So much of this plan relies on luck, it's frustrating. But there's nothing we can do about that right now. Bernon, wanna check the hall and see if Ryker's still there? I think we're ready to talk to him now."
Bernon peeked out the door and spoke briefly with someone, then let Ryker back in. Ryker shook his hand.
"Don't think we've been introduced," he said. "Maxwell."
"Bernon," Bernon said, smiling a bit stiffly. "Good to meet you."
"You too. So, I expect you three have some questions for me."

Tanrail nodded and crossed one leg over the other, “Yeah, we do. First off we would like to know what you are going to to do with the machine… thing.”

"All right." Ryker took a deep breath. "So. Are any of you aware of what that machine part is, or what it's capable of?"

She shook her head, “I’m not… I don’t think they do.”

"Well, it holds data. An entire archive of data, to be exact. So much knowledge has been lost in the last few decades–science, medicine, history, technology, and great literature. But this data drive could literally save civilization." He paused and suddenly looked anxious. "Is it safe? Was it damaged at all on the way?"

“It might have gone for a quick dip in a river but it’s fine, apart from that.” She said, shrugging a little.

Ryker stiffened. "It got wet?" His voice turned sharp. "It has very sensitive components. If the seal was broken, the slightest moisture could corrupt–"
"Don't worry," Bernon said quickly. "We had it wrapped up in oilcloth and it was in the center of my backpack, so the water didn't even reach it. We were only submerged for a few minutes, and it wasn't intentional."
Ryker said nothing, taking a moment to calm himself. Eventually he started speaking again. "I hope it's as safe as you say. It's more valuable than any amount of money could buy, although I will of course be rewarding you three with a considerable sum if all goes well. Here's my plan, in essence: I've reconstructed the array of machines which contain enough power to support and unlock the data drive. Using the knowledge within, I will bring back the techniques and teachings that once made our world a utopia, and together with my children, I will attempt to rebuild that utopia. Some things will have to change, of course. With magic in the picture, the only way to thrive and coexist with hat magic is to evolve humanity into something greater. Leila is one such evolved human. With her abilities, she will have nothing to fear in this harsh, dangerous world, and can life in peace and happiness wherever she chooses." He paused, clearly trying to reign in his excitement. "Do you see what I'm saying?"

Tanrial kept her face blank, “How much do you know about those times? It might seem like a utopia to people now but it some ways it wasn’t. Really only first world contries were a utopia and even then people still lived terribly.”