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located in Anywhere, a part of Requiem of Reality, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Robin Locke
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Micah Volfkin


By Neptune’s beard, too far from the sea!


Nadezda’s plan to split and cover as much ground as possible was probably the most intelligent thing Micah had yet to hear from the girl’s lips. She certainly wasn’t dumb. Micah knew she was brilliant. But oftentimes, her naïveté would occasionally convince him that she was dumbstruck by reality. But her idea was good, and well timed. A storm was certainly brewing off the coast. Micah felt it days prior, but wasn’t entirely certain until this morning – the air smelled as if it was suffocated, the humidity suspended in an almost freeze-frame. Yes, the storm was coming, and soon the freeze-frame would turn to violent winds.

The group only needed a few things here and there. Mostly tools, maybe some food scraps or canned food. Survival equipment. Honestly, anything that seemed useful and could be carried with ease. Micah had already gathered a few cans of baked beans that seemed very old but whatevs. He also had found a few spoons and some cleaning sponges from what was probably a hardware store. Micah knew the value in decency and cleanliness.

He had been in reality for quite some time, now. 6 months? A year? He wasn’t sure. Him and Lucien had spent several months scrounging things up together. Micah was impressed by the boy, whom he would often call “Lucy” – partly out of convenience and partly out of teasing the boy for his femininity. But it was all in good fun, and Micah always winked or smiled when he called the boy Lucy. Honestly, if Lucy had learned to screw his head on tighter, Micah would probably be sweet on him. But as things were, Micah simply had to survive and Lucy was a great auxiliary for that.

Micah’s head reared up from a pile of junk in the alley he was in. A different smell came across his nose. A sharp sound erupted from another back alley. Something was on the move. If he was lucky, it was just Nadezda. If he was unlucky, it was just a shadow. If he was shit out of luck, then it was a pack of shadows. He picked hisself up and hurriedly walked out of the alley to another street, overgrown and covered by all sorts of foliage. The flora – or rather the drab – insulted his eyes. He wanted to see the blues of the seas again. Indeed, it wasn’t so much a street at this point, but a mere… path.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of movement. He pivoted his body opposite the flash, and drew his knife. Eager for a fight, he realized aways down was just Nadezda flailing her arms. Micah sighed and sheathed his knife. Doesn’t she realize that any some of pageantry could alert the damn shadders, he thought to hisself. He quickly drifted hisself to her, meeting at a forkling in the paths. He pressed his index finger to his lips and gazed down the left path. She seemed fixated on something. Pink and white hair. Others. Micah almost vomited. "Shivers! Com'n Nazzy. We gotta move before they get a bit too intimate."

Damn shadders always creepin' up on everybody. And strangers hadn't been good news, really. Elly and Nazzy were exceptions. Micah and Lucy pretty much parented them both back into reality. Mostly Micah, but Lucy had been there at integral moments, as well. A really dysfunctional, functioning family of sorts. Micah - some sort of father, Lucy - some sort of mom? No that wasn't right, but close enough. Nazzy and Elara, sisters bound by strange goings-on. Back in his reality - an Oceanic paradise of endless seas and an archipelago he called home- he never had to deal with such... burdens. Ah gruff! he thought.

He gazed around their surroundings and attempted to formulate another path back to the sign – the place they all had agreed to rendezvous. He noticed another path that seemed to wrap around some wood and a few buildings. It would take slightly longer, but he could bypass the strangers and the shadders all at once. He wrapped his arm around Nazzy’s waist and hurried them along the path he had found. Not really being one to force hisself on a woman, he silently let go of her, gave her a stern look, and hoped she would follow him. If she didn’t – well, they could meet up again, later. He had no time to spare, and wanted nothing to do with more strangers.

If the strangers or the shadders followed them, at least he knew he could hold them off till Nazzy could warn the others. But only time would tell. Time they didn’t have. The storm was coming quicker than he wanted.