Setting
You are at the edge of a dense forest, at the bottom of an open field to your north.
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Forest Border is a part of 
Forest of Twilight.
221 Characters Here
Violet Dawn [345] My parents thought it'd be cute to name me 'Violet' with a last name 'Dawn'
Patch [156] Strong voice of reason.
Cat The Dragon [90] A dragon named cat, about 9 foot high. Light purple in colour with large rabbit like ears.
The Shade [71] For magic, I thirst
Gavin McCune [62] I will have her!
Voidforger [60] A shapeshifter who's world was destroyed long ago
Valkyrie Victoria [59] Temporary: Needs Edited
Soldier [58] Tall, bulky and wrapped in a red Warflex Combat suit with gray detailing. There is no visible skin or identifying structures to give hint of gender. The face mask covers all features, the Necrodermis metal meshing together almost seamlessly.
Amoir [58]
EvaLazaro [55] A quiet woman whose eyes betray a past best left forgotten and a hope for a better future.
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Allantra watches both Bolin and Morrow from the tree branch that she was sitting on. She didn't know what the other female was up to, but she would watch to make sure that she didn't get in any trouble. Not knowing how the pirate would respond, she jumped from the branch... ready for whatever happened.
Kate eyed the three as they arrived and came to a stop in her own footsteps. There was a tilt of her head one way, then rolled around to the other, steadily loosening the muscles. These didn't look like the sort that were friendly. But that was fine. Neither did Kate. The comment of Grandma didn't seem to phase her, but her right hand did come down to rest on his pistol, a fair warning.
"Piss off," she grunted, with a thick accent that could only be described as 'piratey', "I've got more bullets than I've got money, 'n I've only got one bullet, but tha's already enuff to turn yer three inta two." Despite being outnumbered, she seemed pretty confident, or at least unyielding.
"Piss off," she grunted, with a thick accent that could only be described as 'piratey', "I've got more bullets than I've got money, 'n I've only got one bullet, but tha's already enuff to turn yer three inta two." Despite being outnumbered, she seemed pretty confident, or at least unyielding.
Perhaps Captain we could help you with that problem. Said Bolin as he stood up and placed his hand on the shaft of one his throwing axes readying himself in case the encounter turned bloody
"We are not here to fight you good pirate." Allantra said to the woman. She didn't know what kind of mind frame she was in, but she didn't want to start any trouble. She looked over at Bolin as his hand went to his weapons and shook her head, then looked back a the pirate and smiled. "We just may have a proposition for you."
Kalil watched over the kids, for a moment, keeping an eye on them as Henry and Rachel, rather guiltily, handed over grenades and guns to Conner as Racie went through their sleeping area, checking for more. How the hell they even knew how to use them, he didn't know. He blamed their mom. With a sigh, he stepped out and went to check on Midge. They had managed to get some pills for her, at least, but he didn't know if she was taking them. They should slow down the decay, according to the internet, and possible even get rid of a little of the radiation.
It wouldn't repair the damage though. And it was the damage from the radiation that was killing her. Even if they managed to get rid of the radiation, it wouldn't heal her.
It wouldn't repair the damage though. And it was the damage from the radiation that was killing her. Even if they managed to get rid of the radiation, it wouldn't heal her.
Midge was tinkering with her bike, sitting out in front of her tent with her arm shoulder-deep in the machine. Gritting her teeth, she shoved her arm in an inch further, fingertips reaching for a bolt she knew needed tightening. Ever since she'd started taking the medicine (which, for the most part, actually helped her from feeling worse, rather than making her feel better), she'd found her energy level had become more consistent, and she'd been able to keep food down.
She glanced back at Kalil, her arm still buried in the machine.
"I can smell the gunpowder comin' off those kids weapons." she remarked, hissing in a breath as her fingers finally found the bolt. "Feckin' piece of shit."
She tightened it, withdrawing her arm slowly so she didn't knick her skin. She rubbed at the sore muscles in her forearm before turning and facing Kalil fully, though she was still sitting on the ground.
"Everything alrigh'?"
She glanced back at Kalil, her arm still buried in the machine.
"I can smell the gunpowder comin' off those kids weapons." she remarked, hissing in a breath as her fingers finally found the bolt. "Feckin' piece of shit."
She tightened it, withdrawing her arm slowly so she didn't knick her skin. She rubbed at the sore muscles in her forearm before turning and facing Kalil fully, though she was still sitting on the ground.
"Everything alrigh'?"
"I'm wondering where they got the weapons. Then, remember their mom, I'm wondering where the hell they're hiding them all." It was truly impressive how many they had found so far. It was also a little scary. "Also, why the hell did their mom give the littlest grenades?" He shook his head, not sure he really wanted to know any details at all Then he sighed.
"...you're not getting better." He said and looked her over, worried. "You're not getting worse, anymore, but you aren't getting better either." And that was scary. She should be getting better by now, right? He thought so at least. Still, at least she was feeling well enough to work on her bike. They all preferred doing their own maintenance when possible, he knew, but she had been so ill lately, that at one point Henry had been let loose on it for maintenance, with orders to not add anything, you tiny crazy child.
The grenade wielding prepubescent girl was less likely to add things, but she also didn't do all the maintenance just yet for her bike. The she had one still told him that their mom had no clue how to raise kids, but hey. He wasn't going to take it from her.
"...you're not getting better." He said and looked her over, worried. "You're not getting worse, anymore, but you aren't getting better either." And that was scary. She should be getting better by now, right? He thought so at least. Still, at least she was feeling well enough to work on her bike. They all preferred doing their own maintenance when possible, he knew, but she had been so ill lately, that at one point Henry had been let loose on it for maintenance, with orders to not add anything, you tiny crazy child.
The grenade wielding prepubescent girl was less likely to add things, but she also didn't do all the maintenance just yet for her bike. The she had one still told him that their mom had no clue how to raise kids, but hey. He wasn't going to take it from her.
She turned and coughed into her elbow, licking a spot of blood from her lip and gesturing for Kalil to come and sit next to her. For the moment, she was too tired to get up and start moving around. Working on the bike had really worn her out.
"I'll take it one small victory at a time." she said quietly. "Yer doin' the best you can, Kalil." She brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her arm.
"But, yeh, I'm still...y'know" she shrugged. "We need teh talk about the next step."
In the event that things didn't go well for her, they needed to know what their plan was.
"I'll take it one small victory at a time." she said quietly. "Yer doin' the best you can, Kalil." She brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her arm.
"But, yeh, I'm still...y'know" she shrugged. "We need teh talk about the next step."
In the event that things didn't go well for her, they needed to know what their plan was.
He nodded and took a seat next to her and sighed. "We do." He admitted quietly. "You're the...you'r the last full member of gadget." He pointed out, voice quiet. "Or at least, the last original." and he didn't think they could be gadget without her. "Besides the kids need you." He had been thinking this over, for some time. She wouldn't get the help she needed here. It cost too much, and the planet was so wartorn that they didn't always have the supplies needed.
"We might have to find another planet, to get you the treatment." Not that there was much keeping them here. "Can't lose you. The kids like you too much." They actually listened to Midge. He got listened to very reluctantly by those two tiny terrorists. It was unusual for him, but he could deal with it. Besides, he'd miss her too.
"We might have to find another planet, to get you the treatment." Not that there was much keeping them here. "Can't lose you. The kids like you too much." They actually listened to Midge. He got listened to very reluctantly by those two tiny terrorists. It was unusual for him, but he could deal with it. Besides, he'd miss her too.
"Y'should stop makin' it out like I'm different. You and the others are just as much Gadget as I am, as any of us were." she reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. "And for what it's worth, I'm not sure I wanna be lost, y'know?"
Death had always been on her horizon, but she wasn't sure that she'd ever taken the time to think about what happens after you die. She imagined that it was a pretty lonely state, if you didn't cross over or whatever. She figured with all the things she'd done she wasn't sure she'd earned a place in Heaven or Paradise or wherever the good people went when they died, if they went anywhere at all.
"How do yeh suppose we find a new planet with jus' what we need? We don't even know how much time we have."
Death had always been on her horizon, but she wasn't sure that she'd ever taken the time to think about what happens after you die. She imagined that it was a pretty lonely state, if you didn't cross over or whatever. She figured with all the things she'd done she wasn't sure she'd earned a place in Heaven or Paradise or wherever the good people went when they died, if they went anywhere at all.
"How do yeh suppose we find a new planet with jus' what we need? We don't even know how much time we have."
"I had Henry go through his mom's records." He admitted quietly. "He's the only one who can. There's...very recently, there was a new nation found, no contact yet, so there's not a lot of records he can get to." He explained, uncertain. "We wouldn't be able to become citizens or anything, but if we registered as mercs, then, well. They have this weird power, according to the records. They can heal with it." He said, uncertain. "Maybe they can help."
He hoped they could, at least. "If not? Maybe Hope's people can do something. Henry can take us there, but he doesn't recall them being able to anything about this." And the database didn't mention anything past the exploration records. He sighed and closed his eyes. "We can try the doctors here, first." If Racie ran a few races, they'd have enough for a visit and some medicine. "Maybe they can help get you better, or at least keep you stable long enough we can find someone who can."
He hoped they could, at least. "If not? Maybe Hope's people can do something. Henry can take us there, but he doesn't recall them being able to anything about this." And the database didn't mention anything past the exploration records. He sighed and closed his eyes. "We can try the doctors here, first." If Racie ran a few races, they'd have enough for a visit and some medicine. "Maybe they can help get you better, or at least keep you stable long enough we can find someone who can."
"I hate tha' so much energy's been put into this... into me." she grumbled, her brow furrowing. "I mean, it all sounds fine, stayin or goin. At this point the only thing we can do wrong is jus' stay put."
She closed her eyes, sitting back against the bike and taking a deep breath through her nose. "Anyone we know of come over from this new nation y'mentioned?" she murmured. Maybe they could find more information about it before making any plans to try to leave.
She closed her eyes, sitting back against the bike and taking a deep breath through her nose. "Anyone we know of come over from this new nation y'mentioned?" she murmured. Maybe they could find more information about it before making any plans to try to leave.
"Not yet. I'll ask around." He said quietly. "Maybe I'll find a native from it." He said quietly and then considered things for a moment, looking her over. She was looking better now, at least. The man sighed and shook his head. "And you're one of us, you know." He whispered, wishing he could talk her into it. "Just like we're a part of Gadget too." Even though they weren't the original people who came over. They were a family, really.
Or at least as good as a family, even if it was clear that Conner wanted to be more than family to the ever oblivious Racie. At least that was a source of amusement, the quiet girl not even aware of Conner's attentions. "We'll keep putting more energy into you until you're better. We're not giving up."
Or at least as good as a family, even if it was clear that Conner wanted to be more than family to the ever oblivious Racie. At least that was a source of amusement, the quiet girl not even aware of Conner's attentions. "We'll keep putting more energy into you until you're better. We're not giving up."
"Yeh." She wondered if he understood the loneliness she felt. It was so different, to be suffering the way she had, to know the loss that she'd endured, and yet still be sitting here, struggling to move forward in the hopes that she might be cured. She looked sideways at him, looking him up and down and sitting very quietly, which at one point would have been very unusual for her.
Of course he knew. He'd known the same loss. He had to sit here and watch her waste away, struggling to motivate her to keep fighting.
"I'm sorry, Kalil. I haven't been giving it much effort. It isn't fair to you or the others." she said quietly. "Suppose I'm getting a lil' tired of fighting."
Of course he knew. He'd known the same loss. He had to sit here and watch her waste away, struggling to motivate her to keep fighting.
"I'm sorry, Kalil. I haven't been giving it much effort. It isn't fair to you or the others." she said quietly. "Suppose I'm getting a lil' tired of fighting."
"We all are. But the attacks have stopped." He pointed out quietly. "I think they think they got us all. And this fighting is a different sort." A very different sort. "You keep fighting for your health, okay?" He whispered, uncertain is she could keep it up. "You're halfway there, you know." He said quiet. "It's not getting worse, and that's great news." it really was too. "I'll have the kids see if their 'uncle' can keep his eyes out." That would no doubt help a lot. The man was a little scary about it, even if he was...rather cat like.
Kalil was still thrown by all the nonhumans. "And we'll help you keep fighting, okay?" He was goign to help her, help her keep her hopes up.
Kalil was still thrown by all the nonhumans. "And we'll help you keep fighting, okay?" He was goign to help her, help her keep her hopes up.
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I'm trying out coding for the first time, well the different ones. I can't figure these out to be honest...
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Yep, starting to figure it out now!
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Sitting by one of the trees, a somewhat old teen lays there in solitude, not been bothered by anything even if sometimes nature attempts to annoy him. It is though beautiful, boring and rather quiet, despite that, he still enjoys it. Just like good old times for him as well as his friends...
In Twilight's head, he was hearing the voices of his friends telling him to go to the city another time. But knowing how its been there, he is refusing to go again. Perhaps something bad happened or the people in the city are a problem for him. Then Twilight shuts his eyes and then starts seeing those good old times...
The times he go play outside with Twink, Stardust and many other people he'd known in his previous world that have disappeared off not seen by him or those two since. The three cats performing cheap plays for the enjoyment of the people of his world. Twilight spilling his drink on his shirt and then Stardust spilling his drink on Twink so she retaliates back by spilling her drink on Stardust.
Twilight shrieked at being waken from a good dream, by a...talking wind up doll?
What an odd wind up doll. She looks very damaged and almost junk and yet can still walk, let alone all the way here...
I can't.
Why not~!
Why can't you go to the city again?
I just can't! No!
Its not that bad... Hey wait!
Twilight~! Come back!
You go! I can't!
In Twilight's head, he was hearing the voices of his friends telling him to go to the city another time. But knowing how its been there, he is refusing to go again. Perhaps something bad happened or the people in the city are a problem for him. Then Twilight shuts his eyes and then starts seeing those good old times...
The times he go play outside with Twink, Stardust and many other people he'd known in his previous world that have disappeared off not seen by him or those two since. The three cats performing cheap plays for the enjoyment of the people of his world. Twilight spilling his drink on his shirt and then Stardust spilling his drink on Twink so she retaliates back by spilling her drink on Stardust.
Those memories... Why can't I go bac-
Hey!
Twilight shrieked at being waken from a good dream, by a...talking wind up doll?
The doll said to the startled boy.Hey~ How is it that easy to sleep on a wood?
I dunno. Why would a robot wonder here?
Its fun seeing the world outside!
What an odd wind up doll. She looks very damaged and almost junk and yet can still walk, let alone all the way here...