Futuristic Awakening

[kjsprk]

Ry thought for a moment, "Maybe. I'm not sure." He turned to face the direction in which he came. He listened to her next statement about sticking together. "Hm, true." He smiled lightly.


He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of being alone again, so he'd agree with anything as long as it meant not being alone His shivering slowly stopped and his body became warm. His tail curled slightly up and his ears loosened up.


"I came from this way, in a p-pod...thing..." He knew she probably thought of him as a crazy person. "I know it probably sounds crazy... but that's what happened. Oh! And it had the gun, flashlight, and these clothes... so I took them." The cold breeze came back and he pulled the coat closed.


Ry noticed he was wearing a ring on his left hand, how he hadn't noticed it before was beyond him. He examined the ring; there was a paw print, that's it. It appealed to him.


"Should we start going that way?" Ryoto suggested. Just then, without warned, he stopped and sniffed the air. The scent of another Cait Sith quickly left his nose. He shook off the feeling and kept to his question to the girl he'd met.


"By the way, I'm Ryoto...I'm pretty sure anyway..." He smiled.

 

[Kal]

Closing the door behind him, Coran let go of the handle and gave the small, stand-alone building one last look. Above the door, a small fixture jutted out. Once upon a time, it was probably used for light, but it no longer worked. There was not even a lightbulb to be seen in the space for it. Otherwise, the building was as plain on the outside as on the inside. A military outpost? he wondered. That would explain the lack of decoration and the reinforced concrete. Questions erupted in his mind. Why was it out here? Why was he within it? And why was there no-one else here but him?


From where the Cait Sith stood, the building was about three or four heads taller than him. Not very tall at all, and... the roof looked... uneven. Ras turned to look behind him, scanning the clearing, then the thicket of trees... clear of people, as far as he could tell. Turning back to the building, he took two steps back, the snow melting down under his feet. Fwoosh!





Moving with the agility and precision given to his kind, the moon-haired boy leaped up the side of the building. Reaching the fixture above door, he used his right arm to grab it and thrust himself further up. This got him far enough to reach the edge of the ceiling, which he grabbed with both hands. From here, he was easily able to hoist himself up.


What on earth... Coran couldn't believe what his golden-autumn eyes surveyed. It was clear that the building had once had more stories. One, maybe several, Ras couldn't tell. What he could tell from the marks on the roof was the upper part of the building had been sheared off. Strange, so incredibly strange. What nature of thing could do that to a building? And somehow, the bottom most floor managed to survive... if not leaving the roof a little uneven for the wear.


Odd as it was, it was not worth any more time than a quick analysis. Up here, he had a better vantage point. He pivoted his foot, slowly turning on the edge of the roof (he was confident in his balance) while surveying the forest. "Phhhh," he breathed out, clearing his lungs. When no more air could be pushed out, he breathed in. The crisp air, the unmistakable tree bark, the lack of creatures due to the cold, all these scents rushed to Ras. And... wait- what- What was that? What had that been? It was a moment, so fleeting. But... it wasn't foliage, it had a warmer scent, one of fauna. Coran felt his heart tighten.


Something's out there.





Creature? Or sentient being? And which was Coran more frightened of crossing? Neither can be good news this time of night...

 

[Soviet Panda]

Conner was sitting in the cave, waiting for the storm to end. He wasn't going to get his hopes of it ending soon, but it had to end eventually. That was when ge saw it, a faint outline of some humanoid, well, thing. Not sure what to do or what it'd do to him, he ducks behind a nearby rock large enough to crouch behind. He could do two things while behind tgat rock. Hide, or shoot the thing until it stopped moving or he ran out of ammo.

 

[The Doorman]

With the words of the voices nearby, Aruka instantly assumed he'd been discovered, listening as they spoke of being armed and 'Outnumbering' someone, mentally noting that he was also armed and somehow he felt that he'd be able to use these weapons to some degree. As he grew nigh to the unseen strangers he heard them speak again, perhaps they hadn't heard him?

The man, with his thick uncut fingernails, managed to climb up a few branches in a tree... If it really was a tree...

From this place he could now see two figures, or their outlines, faintly lit by a strange light as they continued to speak in a tongue he somehow seemed to know. Aruka stayed still, hopefully they knew something, seeing as they were familiar with pods he assumed were as his had been. The twenty-three year old hoped he blended with the darkness but he could see them, so what was stopping them from seeing him?

I wonder, why are we here? Is there a purpose? Where is here, is it home? Where is home? All questions who's answers were sought after by the disguised shifter.

He thought aloud, but not too loudly, as even in his clumsy sudden speech he was alert, "What's going on?"

(Sorry, a bit off rn)​

 

[WinterPeach]

Ione

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The forest that Ione wandered into was one covered in a white blanket of snow and silence. There was no birdsong, buzzing insect wings or even the light footsteps of woodland creatures. It was a little too quiet for comfort. The only things Ione’s senses could pick up were her breathing and the touch of the ever-present gentle breeze surrounding her, like an aura. Ione’s long, lavender hair danced in the wind as her breaths were marked by fog-like exhalations.


As she headed deeper and deeper into the frosted forest, her thoughts went from trying to find shelter into a spiral of negative thoughts. Ione’s head hung low and her eyes turned to the plain ground as her inner monologue rambled on, ‘Why is it so darn cold? I don’t remember being in a place like this…have I been here before? Am I the only living thing on this forsaken land? No, that can’t be right…that can’t be right…ugh, get it together!’. Ione shook her head, snapping her out of that train of thought and she breathed a heavy sigh.


But her previous internal dialogue crept back into her head as she sat on a large stump to collect her thoughts. A small tear scurried down her purple skinned cheek, and Ione sniffled, trying to hold back the tears that were just moments away from streaming from her eyes. The only thing that Ione could think about was that she was alone and abandoned.


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Altan

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An irritated-sounding groan escaped Altan’s lips as the alarm clock inside his pod went off. “Eerg, what now?” he breathed as he pressed the off button with ease. Unbeknownst to Altan, he had practiced using the pod a few times before being put into his long cryosleep, and these motions were mostly muscle memory. He paid no attention to the clock’s screen, as he looked down at his body to make sure everything was intact. ‘Ok, I’ve got my limbs…fingers…toes…everything seems to be in working order.’ He thought to himself before another irritated groan left his mouth. Why the hell was he wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt?! The sneakers he was wearing were a size too small to! The clothing on him did not feel right, but he couldn’t exactly figure out why.


But those thoughts were quickly dashed from his mind as he rummaged around the interior of the pod and found a set of clothing more suited towards his taste: a red long-sleeved button-up shirt, a dark grey vest with matching pants, black gloves and black boots with red laces. These felt familiar to Altan, although they had a little bit of a deteriorated and tattered look from the many years they had been in storage. A couple of other things had been found along with the extra clothing: a small handgun and an unopened box of ammo. Altan tried to remember if he had seen that gun before, but after a moment or two, he just put it with the pile of finer clothing. “Alright, now how do I get out of this…thing?” he softly spoke as he fumbled around, trying to find the lever to open the hatch.


The pod easily opened and Altan nimbly stepped out and into a small underground structure. It seemed familiar too, but once again, he couldn’t quite figure out why. Without much hesitation, Altan re-dressed himself into his proper attire but kept the other items of clothing. Maybe he’d use them later if his current clothing became un-wearable. All that was leftover was the gun and ammo. The box got rolled up with the excess clothing and the gun found a home in one of Altan’s pants pockets. With that all done, Altan made his way over to the heavy metal doors and opened them, hoping to see recognizable surroundings. That hope was soon dashed.


The formerly beautiful, tranquil trees had mutated into gnarled branches and skeletal structures. A river in the distance had turned an unhealthy shade of green and no flora or fauna could be seen. A thousand-yard stare was plastered on Altan’s face…nothing felt familiar at all, and yet he knew this place. It had changed somehow, and not for the better. ‘Where…where is all the…’ he pondered in his mind, trying to piece together memories of that place he was standing in. Nothing came to mind, even after what seemed like many minutes. He chalked it up to temporary amnesia from the cryosleep and brushed off the incident.


With that thought out of his head, another one entered Altan’s mind: something felt incredibly wrong, but this sense of foreboding had no visible source. His instincts were screaming that something was wrong, even his gut was telling him the same story as his mind. It worried Altan, since he always trusted his gut…and it had kept him alive thus far. He then sat down next to the bunker’s metal hatches, trying with all his might to see if he could see something familiar in the distance, hoping it would spark some of his memories.

 

[Kal]

Back against the trunk of a large, old tree, Coran's ears twitched, each snow colored appendage turning to the left as he breathed the air. Closer, he noted.

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The Cait Sith, after catching whiff of the unknown being from the rooftop, had decided to go further into the forest. One, because if there was danger, the trees offered shielding if not a way up and away from the threat. Two, because he desperately needed answers. Which he wasn't going to get if it was a creature... Watch, all this tracking, and it's gonna be a forest bear that's gonna eat me.


The lone Cait Sith moved tree to tree. He'd stop at one, test the air with his three senses, then with the stealth of his kind, dash to the next tree, sleek tail high and holding strong behind him, allowing him to keep light on his feet. He dashed away from the tree he was now at, repeated the process, and then to the next.


He was surly close now, incredibly close. No fur, I don't smell it... and it sounds like two feet on the ground... Sentient, certainly... But of what race? Not knowing bothered Coran, tensed his body with urgency. ...They stopped. The white-haired Cait Sith could no longer hear the unknown's steps. Taking a break...?

He dashed stealthily to the next tree, now even closer.


Nose in the air, he sniffed softly twice. ...Salt? Odd, why salt? There had been no such discernible scent like that in the air earlier... His left ear twitched, and perked up further left. Sniffing? Was... were they... crying?






Coran frowned, uneasy. I wonder what's wr- No. He stopped himself and deliberately frowned deeper. No, he didn't care about some stranger in the woods... crying- No. Stop.


But... as it was... Ras had been the only other person since he left that strange pod and that strange building... He couldn't go around hiding behind trees, no, he needed answers... So therefore, he reasoned to himself, he needed to approach this (presumed) crying sentient being...


He turned to move, but stopped himself. Something felt... wrong. With no working weapon (or with only a blunt force weapon, depending on how one looked at it), he felt he'd have to keep light on his feet, be ready to flee in a moment's notice. Cait Sith had a bad name, sure, but the other races were far more dangerous in truth. Magic, weapons, traps... all sorts of things...

Coran felt bulky in his body, it wouldn't serve his purpose... Instinct hooked in, and in a snowflake's melt of a moment, the lily haired boy had shrunk down into his clothes, as if melting away.


A small something instead moved within the clothes. Popping its fluffy white head out of the neck holes of the layered shirts, its eyes, like the color of rows of wheat, scanned the fallen clothes. A glint caught its eye, and it bent its furred neck closer to the gold-mix metal chain. Touching cold, wet nose to warm metal, the triangular eared creature seemed reluctant to leave it. But then it pulled its fur covered head away and walked the rest of its body out of the clothes fallen onto the snow.


Sleek white tail in the air behind the long, lithe body, propelled forward by four tiny legs, the cat whose fur matched the ground beneath it walked deliberately towards the sound. The owner of the sound came into view, but the white cat did not approach from behind, rather, it circled slowly, with purpose, around the stump to the front of the two-legged creature which sat upon it.





The cat was still a good distance away when its eyes drew wide. Perhaps because the being before the snow colored fluff ball was purple, and in some races, this marked an ill sign. But then, more common knowledge would have reminded the cat that some races held remarkable ranges in skin tone.


Satisfied with whatever answer it had obtained for itself, the cat walked one paw-step at a time, leaving a tiny trail of paw prints in the snow behind it.

The distance between cat and purple being would seem small, but this was because the cat was confident in its ability to jump away to freedom. The white cat would then sit on its hindquarters, its front paws neatly side by side in front of itself, tail up in the air. All the while its eyes on the being before it.


"M'ow?" it demanded with narrowed eyes and an all-business scrunch to its fluffy face. It meant 'Why are you crying?', not that the being in front of the cat would know that. But for a reply it would wait, patiently, sitting on its hindquarters, swishing the tip of its proudly standing tail in the air.

 

[Hinata]

A nod of her head was the only gesture she made to agree that they should press on. So he had come from the same place… were there others? Her mind began working desperately through hundreds of new questions, assumptions and possibilities, all revolving around the fact that she hadn’t been through this alone. The main question now: what was the purpose? Who had put them away in pods and how long ago? Why? She remained silent as she contemplated these questions, all of which she was still far from an answer.


“Rae” She introduced herself with the only real piece of information she had. Despite all her internal questions, she decided it would be good to have another’s input.


“Do you think there are others?” She hadn’t confirmed that she too, had come from a pod, but she assumed he would figure it was implied.

 

[kjsprk]

"Rae." Ryoto silently repeated to himself. It was a nice name, he thought. Turning his head around to face Rae again, he sighed and answered unsure.


"I...uh...I don't know. It's likely..." He heard the shyest whisper of a voice in his ears from behind.


"What's going on?" The voice spoke softly. Ryoto's head snapped around, flashlight following his sight and locking in on a figure in a tree, not far from them. It was a male, though the sudden brightness disrupted Ry's vision, he could tell this much.


"We're wondering the same thing..." Ry answered cautiously. Ryoto made no movement other than facing the man in the tree, but was ready to grab for his weapon if need be. He turned over his shoulder and spoke to Rae again, "I think you're question just got answered..." he said before turning back to the man in the tree. He looked older, older than Ryoto at least. Other characteristics of the made were a meer blaze of white from the flashlight in the pitch-black environment surrounding them.

 

[The Doorman]

He'd been seen, Aruka had been spotted by one of the two people and the bright light he wielded shined directly into his eyes and blinded him long enough to make him fall from the tree and land in a dried plant, the illusion of his shifting breaking for a split second before he began flailing his arms like an idiot, quickly landing in the plant life below with a rather loud

THUD! CRACK!

Once he started thinking again he peeked over the bush at the two strangers, not entirely sure what to say that might make himself feel less awkward about being discovered and falling out of a tree, "Um..." Aruka glanced around, no room for escape, he reached back to make sure his axe was there, and to his hips to check his pistols, thankfully all were present so if he had to he could definitely fight. He slowly stood, the brittle sticks in he dried flora scraping his wrists, and he flinched as they poked his face, "Hmm, ow...​

 

[Hinata]

Rae turned quickly as she too had heard the noise. Her eyes narrowed as she saw through the thick of the leaves. He looked no more of a threat than Ryoto did, but she bore no mind to that. Anything could be a threat, she reminded herself.


“Where did you come from?” She asked. “Are you lost?” Her cool tone was cautious and even demanding of the stranger. If he had woken from one of these pods, she could assume with accuracy that there was something larger at play. But what could it be? The only really important answer continued to elude her.

 

[darkev]

The sand felt like it was grinding any naked flesh off him. The sand was not like the pod he just came out of. 'How did I get there?' He thought, trying to cover his hands with his sleeves and stepping faster to get to the cave. He started to notice that sand seemed to harden under him more and more as he walked, going from hard to walk on, to as firm as stone. When he stepped into the cave, he noticed the pod was there, pulling his hood down to better see the place. The wind outside was barely reaching him in the cave, standing in the mouth of the cave, his hood moving slightly in the wind.


The cave was dark, the light he saw earlier was out, and not much light was coming in from outside. Veranus steps into the cave, his right hand holding the gun, but it was obvious to anyone watching that he was not quite comfortable with the weapon. He thought something felt, odd, like something else besides rock was here. Almost subconsciously, remembering instincts, most of the rocks started to flatten themselves, and the solitary bump inside was obviously not a rock. Holding up his gun, he points it at the blob. "Who's there?"

 

[kjsprk]

Ryoto watched in utter amazement as the man fell from the tree. With a blank stare on his face he examines the flashlight for himself, blinding himself for a short time. "Ow!" He jumped back pointing the flashlight back at the ground and rubbing his eyes.


"Damn that's bright...I'm so sorry, I did not intend on the blindness..." Ry mumbled to the man. When Ry looked back up, spots covered the man's appearance once again. 'Am I ever gonna know what this guy looks like?' He thought to himself jokingly. Rae had just asked the man where he came from and if he was lost. Ry decided to add,


"Are you from around here?" A seemingly stupid question that he, for some reason, felt necessary to add his own dialog to the conversation. Ry felt dumb for asking it almost immediately, and no longer wanted the question to be answered for Rae's question would indeed answer that.


@The Doorman


(((No problem c:

 

[The Doorman]

"Eh, ah... It's alright, my fault for not speaking, mm..." He rubbed his sore eyes, the vibrant spots in his vision obscuring the two strangers from view for a few minutes before he spoke again, "S-So... Mm, I think I'm from here...?" He said, scratching his neck as he glanced about, the world around him seeming more and more familiar as time went by, the overgrown metal objects scattered about, "I don't really know, I just woke up earlier, some sort of broken down pod or something... Sorry for being so stalkerish, I..." He heard a distant sound and jumped, looking over his shoulder, "Not like it matters... Tch..." He said unintentionally sarcastically, a look of guilt flashing across his tired face, "So," Aruka mumbled, "Do you have any idea where we are?" He finished, still recovering from his deep unnatural slumber.

Once more the man glanced back, worried something might happen to the weapon his back, the light shone off the blade and reassured him, wow, it really does feel like he's with me... he thought, sighing heavily before he looked back at the strangers, more for answers than for visuals.​

 

[WinterPeach]

Ione

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The rounded purple cheeks of Ione’s face were dampened by her salty tears before she wiped them away with the back of her delicate hand. Burdened by the thought that she might be the only living thing on this land, she heaved a heavy sigh and sniffled. Ione half-heartedly kicked away some of the snow at her feet, hoping to find a dormant blade of grass or something other than rocks and dead trees. Maybe that little spark of life would lighten her spirits.


Nothing except frozen dirt was found beneath the blanket of snow, much to Ione’s dismay. She almost started to cry again when something caught her attention. Her ears picked up a small sound, and as she glanced up to locate the source of the noise, she gasped. A little white creature boldly sat right in front of Ione, clearly unafraid of her presence. “What the…” she whispered, trying not to scare the furry little thing. “What are you?” she mumbled to herself, once again sorting through her mind’s empty memory bank, trying to see if this thing was familiar at all. Nothing came up after a few moments, which worried her, but this creature seemed friendly enough.


‘Maybe I should try to communicate with it so it will see I’m not a threat.’ Ione thought as she hunched over to try and be eye to eye with the animal. “Mmm’ow.”, she replied to the white furball, secretly hoping it wouldn’t dash off and leave her alone and miserable again.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"I could ask the same thing." Conner replied as he hurried to his feet. He held the pistol awkwardly, as if his hands didn't like holding a pistol. Who, or what, was this that could flatten rocks, seamingly melt them, into the ground? Oh well, if it shot first, he'd shoot back. But right now, there was no cause for anything rash. "How did you get here? And how did you find this place?"

 

[darkev]

Veranus flinched slightly when it talked. He thought two things in those few seconds, first is that whatever it is, he can understand it, and seconds is that it's humanoid. Still pointing his gun at the shape, although less sure now, he says, "By the look of that pod, I think I got here the same way as you." He looks a bit more closely at his surroundings, the cave was now almost smooth, the pod was lying at a slant on the wall, and there was this guy. There wasn't much to say about him besides that he was a guy. It made Veranus uneasy, and that only made him hold his gun a little tighter. 'The other guy has a gun,' thought Veranus, also a worrying thought, and also something that couldn't be changed at the moment.

 

[Hinata]

[QUOTE="The Doorman]

"Eh, ah... It's alright, my fault for not speaking, mm..." He rubbed his sore eyes, the vibrant spots in his vision obscuring the two strangers from view for a few minutes before he spoke again, "S-So... Mm, I think I'm from here...?" He said, scratching his neck as he glanced about, the world around him seeming more and more familiar as time went by, the overgrown metal objects scattered about, "I don't really know, I just woke up earlier, some sort of broken down pod or something... Sorry for being so stalkerish, I..." He heard a distant sound and jumped, looking over his shoulder, "Not like it matters... Tch..." He said unintentionally sarcastically, a look of guilt flashing across his tired face, "So," Aruka mumbled, "Do you have any idea where we are?" He finished, still recovering from his deep unnatural slumber.

Once more the man glanced back, worried something might happen to the weapon his back, the light shone off the blade and reassured him, wow, it really does feel like he's with me... he thought, sighing heavily before he looked back at the strangers, more for answers than for visuals.​

[/QUOTE]
Rae studied the stranger for a moment, not quite sure what to make of his jittery disposition, before sighing in frustration. The first glimpse of real emotion she'd shown all day.


"None of us know where we've come from besides that pod. And I'm sure you can infer from that, that we don't know where we are either." She looked back at Ryoto before having an idea.


"There must be others" She said. "Our closest way to answers is finding the rest of us who've awoken from these pods as well."


It had gone well into the night, and she was already beginning to feel tired from her long journey that day. Though, something about sleeping had made her terribly uncomfortable. Either way, she avoided any talk of rest quite yet.

 

[DanDanDan]

Craig was only able to fly for a short amount of time. It took too much energy out of him- despite having slept for who knows how long, his muscles were still sore and he still felt tired. After one more sweeping around the snowy forest, he began to descend on one of the dying tree-tops. Maybe it was because he couldn't see, or that he was sore and out of practice, but landing was tough. Instead of gently alighting on the drying and decaying tree branch (which probably wasn't even a good idea in the first place), he completely missed the branch and fell face-first into the snow.


Ugh, he thought to himself as he slowly sat up. A quick attempt to get up made him yowl in pain. He sighed, knowing something had most likely been bent or bruised or broken in his failed landing. When he tried to get up again, he was able to pinpoint the source of his pain- his ankle. "How did that even get hurt," he grumbled to himself. "I distinctly remember hitting the ground with my arms first!" he seemed to shout out loud at nature, as if it were its fault that he landed so asymmetrically.


Craig dragged himself through the snow toward one of the trees. Staying still so long had already had taken its toll on him. His teeth were chattering, and he was sure he'd die out in this weather if he didn't find help soon. He used the tree as support to at least get him into the upright position, his broken ankle barely touching the ground. It was an uncomfortable position, yes, but it'll have to do.


Craig stood at the tree for a few minutes of futile waiting for someone to find him. He chuckled to himself through the chattering when he realized no one would come anyway. He took a deep breath before he began hopping on one foot to the next tree, careful not to touch the round with his ankle. He was determined to find someone to help him.


Amora traveled. She wasn't an adventurer; she didn't like to relish in the details of her personal missions or adventures. For her, it was was the goal that mattered, and not the journey. She went past the mutated claw-like trees, searching for any sort of life, whether it be an animal she can kill and eat or a person she could ally herself with. As she walked through the seemingly interminable mutation forest, she thought to herself about how she got where she was.


She didn't remember anything from before the long sleep she was put in. She only remembered her name, Amora Jameson, and that was all. As she wandered she began to notice something landmarks that may have had an important impact on her life or memory in some way. A mossy rock with white chalk signs on the side, a tree with a red, ragged bandanna tied to one of its claws: it all seemed so... familiar. After long searching in her own mind, she decided to think that her memories were gone forever, and that she was doomed to only be able to pinpoint familiarity and no specific relations.


When she came to this conclusion, she blinked to herself and suddenly stopped in her tracks. No longer was she near the mutated trees and green river, but near a sandy cave. She couldn't see anything in the cave, but she readied her weapon - her mind - to fight anything that moved inside it. She automatically thought some monster was inside, and she was not about to take any chances.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"You got here the same way? Do you know why we are here?" Conner asked, suddenly curious. Lowering his gun, he tries to look as innocent as possible. "What the hell is this place?" slipped out before he had time to really process what he was saying. Then he felt them, knives tucked away up his sleeves and in his pants, all hidden of course. Why would he have knives? Not important right now.

 

[kjsprk]

Ry heard the exchange between the new guy and Rae and kept his flashlight pointed at the ground. When Rae was finished, he thought for a moment before answering, "Agreed" while nodding his head. Ry was surprised at the fact that he did not feel tired, then again, who knows how long he was asleep in that pod. He looked up at the still shattered moon and wondered again waht had caused it, it seems like something that, if happened in his life time, he'd be interested in.


"There's gotta be some sort of city...erm...town or something around here, right?" He suggested. "Maybe we'd find answers or even some others like us there." He looked at his gun again; 14 shots out of the 15 he'd started with, he now felt stupid for wasting one of the shots but didn't swell on it for long.


"The way I see it, we've got about 3 or so choices. One being search around the woods a little more trying to find people like us who may or may not exist. Another is doing the same but instead, finding native population...that may or may not exist. The third is to get sleep and wait until the morning to do anything. All of that on top of; do we want to stick together." Ry's mind was nearly exploding with thoughts. He wanted answers, but didn't want to be the leader, he didn't want to leave these two people, but thought that it'd be beneficial to split up and cover more ground, in addition to not knowing if they were tired or not.


"I'm sorry if none of that made any sense..." He admitted and chuckled slightly.

 

[DanDanDan]

After standing stationary for a few cautionary seconds, Amora chanced a few steps closer to the mouth of the cave. As she peered into the abyss, the abyss looked into her. It was then that something clicked inside her- something- an iota of a memory? It was- was it- something dark. She remembered a dark room. Nothing else. Amora licked her lips and began her trek inside the cave, keeping her wits about her all the way. If just looking into such a piercing blackness was able to trigger her memory, she wondered what else she might find inside that can help her remember. New mission, she thought to herself as she stealthily stalked into the cave. Remember.

 

[Turtlyturt]

A light gasp is what sounded from her mouth. It was hollow and empty, yet her eyes seemed to jump to life.


Escaping the pod was easy.





The land was snowy, or at least that's how it felt. Her eyes refused to focus as she held onto the sides of her pod. Her nails scratched along the metal. Her bare feet buried into the soft white ground. A sudden chill caused her body to shiver. "Storm?" She whispered. Talking seemed odd and foreign, it was something she had almost forgotten how to do, not that she did it often when she could anyway. With a sudden clang of a ring hitting the metal she was standing upright by herself yawning and focusing her eyes on the world around her.


Reaching behind her back in the pod she pulled a staff back to her side. It was made from a white wood, a large silver gem encrusted into the top. Her small frame looked even more petite next to it, while it stood 5'6" and she only 5'3". Her dress seemed to pull snow along with it, as it drug against the ground. It was almost angelic how she acted, but her manners were just from being raised by very important people. She cleared her throat and sighed, "Hello?" She called.





She picked up the staff ever so lightly and slammed it down in front of her. The pressure made her feet vibrate lightly, a sudden stream of air flowed from the gem and cleared a walking path for her to walk through. In the distance she felt as if she could hear light voices maybe even thoughts. The small gush of air continued to flow as she walked, keeping the wet, but soft, ground spreading to the sides allowing only grass to touch her toes. Her eyes felt heavy, yet she trudged onwards towards what she was considering someone talking.

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|Snowy Forest.|


[sorry it's so small. >=< ]

 

[DanDanDan]

(Hiya. Nonsense, a response is a response is a response!)


Craig was still going from tree to tree, limping as he tried to desperately find someone who could help him. His chattering had already developed into a full blown shivering. "I shouldn't have left that coat," he mumbled to himself, regretting making the decision to fly to find something. When he went to the next tree, he fell to the snowy ground, hurting his ankle again. He cried out in agony, his already fractured bones being crushed under his weight. "Is there anyone out there!?" he yelled out to the snow, hoping someone, somewhere could hear him. A quick glance up to the sky told him that the moon would be disappearing soon, and that the sun would come out to warm his shivering soul. He closed his eyes, feeling the waves of cold washing over him. I failed, he thought to himself, though he didn't know exactly what he failed. Was it surviving?-- no, this failure felt much heavier than that.


With a burst of determination, Craig boosted himself up and practically launched himself at the next tree. He needed to keep moving; failure was not an option. His life wasn't a single light being snuffed by the cold, but many others as well. There was no room for debate or uncertainty in the success of his mission. Granted, he didn't know what this mission was exactly yet, but that didn't stop him from continuing his rather pathetic endeavor to survive.


After a few minutes of seemingly futile limping, he thought he saw something moving ahead. An instinct told him to stay put, and be alert for a predator. It was also this inherent instinct that instructed him to reach for his choice weapon, a bow, and to ready an arrow. He was pushed down by thought, already falling into a hunter's pose. He didn't think about where these memories came from, only followed their instructions blindly as he aimed at the path ahead.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Wait, what was that? Shddenly, Conner raised his pistol once more, since there was no where for him to hide. He had thought he had heard something. Would it be another thing like the person or thing in front of him? Why did he feel oike he didn't belong in a straight up fight? Why did he feel like he should be just another face in the crowd until he fould strike?

 

[Hinata]

"And if this civilization is hostile?" asked Rae, pointing out a potential flaw in Ryoto's plan. Though, in all aspects she could not quite think of any other way to move forward. Survival was important, of course, but it seemed that gaining knowledge of the current state of the world was a vital key in solving this existential puzzle they had found themselves in.


Suddenly, Conner raised his gun seeming to notice movement beyond the bushes. In a strange sense, Rae had a feeling it could be another puzzled being just trying to find out what they were doing here, and where they've been. Alone, this being was most likely harmless, so she felt no reason to reach for the arrows in her quiver, however her fingers twitched with the anticipation. The strangest sense of nostalgia washed over her, like she yearned to fire it once more after such a long time. She had already assumed that in this 'past life' so to speak, that she was an archer, but her personal connection to the craft was somewhat of a mystery to her. She was almost reluctant to use the thing, for fear of disappointing herself with the lack of practice. All the while she remained stoic, her body still in mild anticipation of what was in store.