forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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Tanrial thought for a moment before shaking her head, “None. We could always say in the letters that if they know anyone else willing to help then they can ask them, possibly. It might not work but it’s an idea.”
(Alright)

"Worth a try, anyway. Bernon, you got anybody you can contact?"
"Um….well, there's the Gardeners, but their pacifists so they wouldn't help….I've got a bunch of friends out in the farm flats, but they can't leave their homesteads for too long." Bernon paused, racking his brain. "Hey! The People's Army! They can help– oh, wait. They're corrupted now. Never mind."
Mike glanced over. "They are? Not when I last saw them. What did you hear?"
"Ah, they got all extremist and violent. You know, attacking the folks they're supposed to protect and all that." Bernon sighed. "They would have been perfect, too."
"Hang on, let's not rule them out. I met one of their factors a month ago that didn't seem too bad. Maybe we can ask that group to come and not the others. If we do that, it might help convince the other factors to shape up a little."

“That could work,” She paused for a moment, “What if… what if we ask Jonny and the Gator Boys? Granted with your history with them, Mike they might not want to help but… it’s worth a shot.”

"Ehh. I don't think it would work. For one thing, they'd ask for money, which we don't have, and for another, they don't take orders very well. We want a controlled invasion, not a massacre." He hesitated thoughfully. "Although…there might be another Southern Clan willing to help us. The River Runners, maybe, or the Pikes. They're always up for a fight but in my experience they're a bit more civil and manageable."

“Yeah, Alright then. Anyone else?”

Mike sat back and considered as he finished his meal. "Well….no, not that I can think of. I think if everybody we just mentioned shows up we'll have a good chance of beating Ryker. Heck, even if only a couple of them come we should be okay. So unless we think of anybody else in the next couple days, let's call it good there."

Tanrial nodded, “Okay, that sounds like enough people… hopefully.”

Just then Snatch came dashing back out of the kitchen. She was in cheetah form once more, with a cooked fish in her mouth and Rebka hot on her heels. She skidded around the counter and hid underneath Bernon's chair, giggling. Rebka stopped and put her hands on her hips.
"Snatch stole a fish!" She scolded, but she was giggling too. "At least make her use a knife and fork like a proper young lady!"

“I don’t think that will be possible, I doubt that Snatch even knows what a knife and Fork is.” Tanrial said, peering under the table at the cheetah.

It was too late anyway, Snatch had already swallowed the fish whole. "Wat?" she said brightly.
Bernon picked her up and put her on his lap. "Sorry about her, Rebka. "If you want us to pay you back for that…."
"No, It's okay," she answered cheerfully. "You guys are eating for free too, so it makes no difference. Tell me or my da if you need any more." She then turned and went back into the kitchen.
Mike watched her go. "These people are being real nice to us. I hope they don't regret it after all this."

Tanrial sighed, “Me too, if they tell us to never come back after this then I won’t be surprised.”

"They've watched our backs so far," Bernon said. "When we head back to Ryker's place, it'll be our turn to watch theirs."
Mike stood up. "Right. How about we head down to the beach and do some combat training while we wait for noon? I don't know about you but I could use some brushing up."

Tanrial nodded, “Sure thing. I could use some practise.”

They ducked out of the tavern and headed to the water's edge. Bernon gave a stretch, rolling out his neck. "I guess I should probably get used to my other kinds of magic, not just the bear form."

“Probably, have you used it since the first time we trained?” Tanrial asked, stretching out her arms and legs.

"Uhh, no, haha. I kinda forgot about it." Bernon took a deep breath. "I guess I'll work with water, since there's a giant lake right here." Kicking off his shoes, he waded into the shallows.
Mike watched him go. "He could stand to learn some better hand-to-hand skills too, but whatever." He glanced at Tanrial. "My training's kind of weird, by the way, so don't mind me. If you need a sparring partner in a minute, let me know."

“How so?” Tanrial asked turning to Mike, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Well…my fighting style has only two modes: maim and kill. I can't really practice it effectively without hurting someone, so usually I do more like mind exercises and basic stuff to build strength, speed, and stamina. So in short, if you see me just sitting and staring at the water, I'm not slacking off or anything."

“Practise on me, I don’t care.”

"Mmm….nah, think I'll pass for now. I get pretty cold and angry when I'm fighting, and I don't want to act like that around a friend. Give me a while to clear my head first, then I'll get back to you on that." So saying, he sat down cross-legged on the sand and went completely still.

Tanrial rolled her eyes and looked out towards the water were Bernon was. Gently slipping off her shoes, she walked out and stood next to him, “Having any luck?” She asked.

"Hm?" He glanced over. "Oh. yeah, see?" He lifted his cupped hands and showed her a perfectly smooth orb of water floating above them. "It was much easier to get it smooth and calm this time." He took a couple of steps back. "Play catch?"

She nodded and did the same, lifting her arms ready for the ball of water to be thrown at her, “Just don’t get be soaked.”

He grinned. "I'll try." He wound up and tossed the ball to her, doing his best to will it to stay solid as it flew. "So how are you doing? Anything on your mind lately? Besides, you know, all this craziness?"