Fantasy Singularity (Pastel and DrBezendrine)

[PastelFaerie]

Sunlight shined into a wooden cabin sitting on the lower side of a mountain facing the Great Salt Lake. A girl slowly opened her eyes and gave out a little squeak while she began stretching her arms out. Suddenly a loud gruff man's voice echoed into the room. "Pastel, are you up? You have a busy day ahead of you so get out of bed already." The girl Pastel dove out of bed and ran about getting ready for her day. She threw on a nice black dress made of a fabric from before the Singularity with some colorful pink and light blue striped leggings. Emerging from the room into the kitchen came the long pink haired girl. The implant on her both of her wrists lighted up just before her boots flew into her hands. The man from earlier was now sitting at the table casually sipping out from a nice cup made out of stainless steel. He lifted his free hand to the girl, handing her a small bag made from animal skins without looking at her. "Here, go buy some breakfast from the hunters and eat it fast. Its your turn to take guard on the east gate." She took the bag with her hand and clipped it onto her belt before walking out the door. "Thanks Dad! Have a good day!"

As Pastel wandered up her usual path to her favorite hunter's stand, she noticed the nice wind blowing her hair into her face so she tied it into her usual side pony tail. "Hey hows it going Pastel?" The hunter at the stand lit up at seeing the leader's daughter coming to eat his catch! "Pretty day out! Can I just get something quick to eat?" While the man prepared her little snack in a basket, she leaned on the stand and looked around the market surrounding her. The city being built onto the side of a mountain makes all the paths extremely steep, the one they were on was no different. At that height, Pastel was able to see all the way down to the Salt Lake and noticed that there were some rather large creatures that could easily be seen from that distance hunting. "Here ya go! Enjoy it, yeah?" Pastel looked over and again the metal in her wrists started to glow and the basket flew into her hands while some of the coins flew from the bag on her belt to the hunter. "Thanks man! See you later." While nomming on the food, she began to wander up the steep path to her post at the east gate.

Once there, another girl was already waiting on the makeshift wall. Despite being on a more flat area of the mountain, just in front of the wall was a steep cliff making this wall extremely difficult to defend. Anyone or anything with a ranged attack could easily attack from above and hit anyone standing on the wall. Pastel was one of the few Rangers that wasn't afraid to defend this wall thanks to her nanotech implants. She could easily turn projectiles around and back at the attacker as well as rapidly heal herself so she had a hard time grasping how real combat actually is. To her, its all just a game and maybe it is better that she isn't afraid since she is certainly the top of her class as a Ranger of that age even despite the implants helping. As a Ranger, her job is to defend the wall of their city but also work with other tribes in order to protect any humans that she comes across. At the post, her own custom lancer was passed onto her from the other guard. The guard there was happy to see Pastel there because now she can go take a nap. As she walked to the ladder to get off the wall, she called out thanks for borrowing the weapon as well as getting here early. Pastel waved her off and leaned on her weapon while watching the creatures out in the distance splash around the water at the base of the lake with her back to the looming cliff side behind her.

((@DrBezendrine))

 

[DrBezendrine]

Surviving. Fade in. Fade out. Running as well. Day in. Day out. Away from whatever could and would chase him, this is how Xero survived. . . For the most part. As far as he could remember for himself, he has been doing this and this alone. Day in. Day out. The sun was beating on him as he ran across the open land towards the ring outside the lake. Food was a necessity, almost as much as water was. And that's both the things he needed. The daily struggle. Whatever, the lake was right there, inhabited by a herd of dangerous creatures as well. Perfect. . .

To anyone observing this area, all that would really be seen would be a black speck moving across the open towards a few rocks, outside the view of the beasts in the lake. Curious, it would be, as to what is that stupid?

Luckily for Xero, the beasts never saw him. He got to the cover of the rocks and was now priming an arrow from his many. He sat there for a good ten minutes or so, choosing his shot carefully, could he one shot a beast from his position, just so the others rush him and potentially kill him as well, or should he wound one and lay down, hoping they would all leave? Regardless, he was nervous, as he's done this almost everyday with a different situation. Risking his life. Day in. . .

He aimed the bow a bit higher, letting go of the string with a snap past his face and the air following the arrow forward. In the next few seconds, Xero held his breath for a moment, making time seemingly slow down for him as he watched the arrow soar to his mark. Past the beasts and hitting another rock behind the herd, the arrow splitting in half as it hit it dead on, making a crack sound with an echo, loud enough to potentially scare the herd. And enough it did as they all started to move along the banks opposite to Xero. Pure luck, he would call it as he rushed forward and filled up a watertight bag from his pack. He scooped it and placed the sack on his pack, then started to move away from where he came, slowly.

 

[PastelFaerie]

Out in the distance, Pastel picked up on a herd of creatures running away from something. No larger creature or swarm of smaller ones were chasing the herd which means that something dangerous and small must of scared them. Out of her own pure boredom of being stuck guarding a wall for so long, she called out from the wall to an approaching hunter returning from what seems to be a good hunt. "Hey can you do me a favor and get another guard up here?! I gotta check something out, thanks!" Before the hunter could reply, Pastel jumped from the top of the wall all the way to the floor, landing on both her feet balancing on the tip of the lance which was dug into the ground from the fall. Bouncing off, she began to run through the city over to the ziplines attached to the west wall. After a few minutes of running, she made it to the wall and without telling any of the guards posted there where she was going, she grabbed a hook and began to ride straight down the side of the mountain. The steep zipline caused her to move at extremely high speeds to get near the base of the lake. Being her impatient self, she dove off the line before it began slowing and did a nice roll to cushion her fall.

In the overgrowth of woods at the lake caused Pastel to be more cautious from that lack of vision. She pushed through the thick underbrush and managed to eventually break out into the open. At this distance, she saw a man refilling a pouch full of water. She crouched and pulled out her lance. As she was moving, the lance tended to stab a few leaves so she had to sit there and pull them off before moving her attention back to the man. She muttered to herself under her breath, "Is he dangerous? Definitely is not wearing the clothes or colors of my tribe so maybe he is a nomad?" Slowly, she approached him with her lance lowered horizontal to the ground so that it would be more difficult to see her. As she got closer, she noticed that he doesn't know she was there so she managed to sneak up about four meters away from him before standing up straight and giving a nice warm greeting. "Hiya there stranger!"

 

[DrBezendrine]

Xero was startled by the sudden voice as he jumped back and pulled another arrow, crouched down low to the ground. He looked at the pink haired woman with a heavy look of confusion as he kept the string without slack. His breathing was noticeably calm and he looked confident, as well as protective of himself. Judging from what is seen, this man looks to be an excellent marksman and hunter with his bow. The bow was the only visible weapon on him as well, made to be out of oak wood and. . . Polished. It looked to be very well made and stripped with the right kind of material. His clothes looked all to be hand made by some sorts of leather, finely stitched together with pouches on the chest for small sorts of things. He definitely didn't look to be a nomad at all.

The face of the man looked ready, in a sorts. He looked like he's survived a long time like this. Rough, covered with dirt, and skeptical of any pink haired girl that walks up to him. He slowly backed away, one foot at a time while keeping the arrow primed and ready to shoot past him. He was definitely a primitive sorts of man.

He would not speak either, no nod or movement of his body, except for the small steps away. He'd just be ready to protect himself from whatever she might do.