forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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"But I want you to come down with me! Pleeeease?" She stopped bouncing and stared at her with wide, pleading eyes.

Tanrial rubbed her face and sat down on the bed before sighing and giving in, “Fine, fine.”

"Yay!" Snatch leapt off the bed. "Hurry up! I wanna say hi to Rebka too!"

(Alright)
“Yes, I’m coming.” She stood and stretched her back out before following Snatch downstairs.

As it turned out, Bernon was already up, eating a hearty breakfast of pancakes and trout. He waved at them and smiled. "Morning. Mike's still asleep I guess, but he said he wanted us to have a meeting when we were all awake."

Tanrial nodded, “Alright, cool.” She yawned and sat down in front of him, resting her head in one hand, “I think I prefer Snatch as a cat.” She muttered.
(Seeya)

Bernon chuckled, watching as Snatch trotted into the kitchen to find her new friend. "I'm sure the excitement will wear off soon. She sure is harder to keep up with like this, isn't she? Now I don't feel so bad for losing her yesterday."
The bartender came over and greeted Tanrial politely. "Morning, Miss. Can I get you some breakfast? We've got some lovely trout fresh from the lake that we're fryin' up right now, if that's to your taste."

“Oh, no thank-you. I’m not that hungry.” She said, giving the bartender a small smile.

"All right, if you're sure. By the way, while I'm here….Your other friend. Mike, I think. How'd you meet him? He's a smart young man, I wanted to thank him for helpin' me hold down the fort last night."

“Well, it’s a long story, to say the least. He came looking for a place to stay one night and turns out Bernon had what he needed and…” She shrugged, “Here we are.”

(brb, back in about 20 minutes)
"Hmm. He seems familiar……" the big man thought about it for a minute. "Did he ever give you his last name?"

(Alright, I might be gone by then)
“No, he didn’t.” Tanrial said simply.

(okay)
Bernon leaned over. "He actually told me one time–you weren't there, Tanrial–that he didn't use a last name. It's just Mike for him. I think it has to do with his relationship with his parents….?"
The bartender grunted, still deep in thought. "Well, there are a lot of Mikes left in the world. I'm probably thinking of a different one."
Bernon's expression became cautious. "Are you….remembering something bad this guy did?"
"Well, nothing specific. For years we've heard stories of a guy, Mike Bloodhunter, who sometimes passes through. A wanderer who helps people when no one else can. They say he's taken on bandits, warlords, even forest beasts before and won. I've always been a bit curious if the stories were true, is all."

Tanrial crossed her arms and lent foreword on the table, “If they’re true he’s never mentioned them to us. We’ve only known him for a short time anyway, so who knows. It might be true it might not be. He fits the profile, though. I wouldn’t be that surprised if he walked down the stairs and told us straight out now that you’ve said that.”

(Oh I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you I couldn't be on tonight! I'll be here tomorrow, I promise T.T)
"Told you what?" Mike said, coming down the stairs.

(Ooft, alrighty, don’t worry about it)
“How we are the most amazing people you’ve ever met.” Tanrial replied.

Mike gave them a skeptical look and sat down next to them. "Unfortunately, you're close to being right about that."
After a moment he realized the bartender was still staring at him intently. "What?"
The older man's blue eyes were narrowed slightly. "I was just wonderin' if you were Mike Bloodhunter, is all."
"Oh." Mike blinked, then looked away. "Yep. That's me."

“Well, that settles that then,” Tanrial said, looking from Mike to Bernon then back to Mike, “And you didn’t think to tell us?”

He shrugged. "I didn't choose that name, you know. Having a reputation is rarely a good thing these days, in my experience. Even if it's mostly a good reputation."

“Eh. Still, it would have been nice to know, Mr Mysterious. But, it doesn’t matter now, we know and that’s that.” She propped her elbows up onto the table.

The bartender leaned forward. "So it's true? You've fought forest beasts?"
"Yes," Mike said shortly. "Can you get me some of what Bernon has? I'm starving."
Reluctantly, the bartender did so. "I have to tell this to our leader. She'll want to know."
"Fine, whatever." Mike seemed annoyed by the conversation and turned to Tanrial and Bernon. "So anyway, I want to talk to you guys about our plans for the next few days."

“Go ahead, it’s not like we have anything else better to do.” She replied, “One thing that has to be done is the letters, do you guys know anyone else willing to help us?”

"Well, there's the runners, like Polla said," Bernon replied. "I was talking to Ozrig when he was here earlier and he said there should be one coming in at about noon today."
Mike nodded. "That's convenient. Before he gets here we need to figure out just who all we're going to send messages to, not to mention write persuasive letters for all of them. Tanrial, you mentioned your family and the people from your village, right? Anybody else you can think of?"
(brb, eating supper)