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Futuristic The Singularity (Closed)

PastelFaerie

Undertale Trash
Hello everyone!!! This is the group thread for The Singularity! Since this is the thread for the actual RP, I won't be posting the full background of the story here. Instead, checkout this link to get a refresher on the universe! If you are interested in joining this RP, please PM me and we can discuss it =^-^=
And finally, here are the official rules for the RP!!!

1. This is a paragraph RP so when posting, have at least five sentences. More is always better!
2. Avoid making your character OP and remember to balance out any powerful stuff with disadvantages. For example, Nanobots exist so healing a broken bone or horrible sickness is possible... just over a good period of time and consuming lots of the healer's personal energy.
3. Make it fairly clear what the character has with them. Basically don't just randomly pull out a perfect item out of thin air just because it is handy for the situation. That would just make things less cool.
4. Romance again is great but avoid details involving sexual stuff ;3;
5. Try to post once a day and keep up with the group!
6. OOC (Out of context) should be done within parentheses! I personally like to use two "layers" just so that its clear XD Glasses are a struggle.
7. Please post character sheets with this template on (this linked thread here <3) before we all start! I will say when we start! <3
8. No god modding/controlling other people's characters!!!!
9. Avoid making any gore too graphic. Blood and combat wounds are fine but don't say anything cringy please <3
10. Have fun!!!!!! :D

Just a side note, the tribe that Pastel is from is near the bottom of Thurston Peak, Utah. Here is a link to get an idea of the setting we are starting in.
 
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(What we have so far from the 1x1!)
(Julia)
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.

(Xero)
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.

(Julia)
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!"

(Xero)
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.
 
Two years, two years away from the West Coast, away from Felinity. From home. As a survivor, Aeda found it easy. Not because she had immaculate inhuman capabilities or mystical powers, but because she had something better--she had a Guardian Angel, the ultimate apex predator of the wilds; such was the blessing of the Omoro, granted in holy divinity by Osmosis.

Soaring across the pale blue sky, surrounded by the onrush of nature's embrace did the woman cast her eyes down; hands clutched tightly onto the thick wire straps protruding from Angel's back. "Steady girl." Aeda whispered calmly, earning a mechanical whir in response. Through the gift of Osmosis, the Winged Guardians of the Omoro were capable of understanding human speech. "Hey!" The woman cast out in surprise, the guardian slowing mid-flight to a steady pace, Aeda's gaze fixated on a singularly tiny collection of dots fluttering in the distance... "Closer, go closer!" She hissed urgently, excitement and fear building up simultaneously. She recalled the last she saw her father.

"The world is a large place, Aeda. If you wish to adventure outside the reach of the Guardians, then you will need your own." Her father's voice rung out from behind her. "But be warned, there are more dangers than monstrosities in the wild. A Guardian can defeat any adversity, such is the might of Osmosis; but it is not immune to the machinations of our minds." Aeda cast a confused glance to her father, silently prompting him to explain. "You know of the many tribes throughout the land, they are not our friends. They are a vicious people, tainted by the devil's touch, granting them unnatural powers and capabilities. Without the protection of Osmosis' Guardians, they have travelled a darker path for survival. These people are not to be taken lightly, Aeda. Not even Angel can protect you from their wickedness."

The words rung out in her ears, a look of determination blanketed her features as she spurred angel to go faster. At the sudden command, the winged mechanical-beast let out an ear-piercing screech, like metal-scraping-on metal, but multiplied tenfold, the sound reverberating throughout the sun-lit sky. They neared the collection of figures ever more, until lower height revealed the truth a collection of structures and tents, all scattered yet compact, though nothing more than dots to her sight, the woman noted multiple figures among the outpost. Not thralls, so humans; humans outside of Osmosis' protection. Such a thought worried her deeply.

"To the skies, Angel, come back to me at any sign of strangers approaching." With a mechanical stutter, the droid outstretched it's wings in a motion of understanding, propelling to the sky to patrol the nearby woods. Aeda assumed all eyes would be on her Guardian, it allowed her to get a closer look at the encampment through use of a spyglass. She had no reason to doubt that the human-clan would see her Guardian as nothing more than a threatening new monster, yet Angel would remain out of reach and their eyes would remain on her. A perfect strategy. So she kneeled, perch atop a stoneface with spyglass unfurled in hand, her eyes lit up as she first peered through. Real people! She thought, astonished. Before a frown settled upon her features, real... but tainted.


 
Xenovia jumped from branch to branch, from tree to tree as he moved through a forest with haste. His saber tooth just right below him, Xenovia jumped off a branch and grabbed a tree branch that was above his head. While keeping momentum Xenovia fell onto the ground with a soft thud right besides his sabertooth.

He took his bow from off his back as he took a steel arrow from his quiver. Xenovia spotted a mutated deer it had six legs and three antlers the fur covered in black markings and scars. Xenovia ticked his head to the side and his sabertooth ran until he was out of sight. Xenovia aimed his arrow at the deers hind leg as he let out a short whistle and his sabertooth came running out.

Xenovia released his arrow and it zipped through the air like a bullet. The arrow periced the deer's thigh causing it to fall onto the forest floor. The sabertooth went straight for the deer's neck and no matter how much it bucked it was quickly silenced by the sabertooth ripping out it's neck.

Xenovia stood up and walked over to the dead deer. He put his bow back on his back and took off his hood letting his red and black locks fall into place the light blue mask came off along with the hood. Xenovia knelt down next to the corpse and took a deep breath "Thank you friend, I get to eat once more thanks to you" he took out a sharp rock tied to a block off wood. Xenovia then began to saw at the deers legs and took them off one by one
 
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Two years, two years away from the West Coast, away from Felinity. From home. As a survivor, Aeda found it easy. Not because she had immaculate inhuman capabilities or mystical powers, but because she had something better--she had a Guardian Angel, the ultimate apex predator of the wilds; such was the blessing of the Omoro, granted in holy divinity by Osmosis.

Soaring across the pale blue sky, surrounded by the onrush of nature's embrace did the woman cast her eyes down; hands clutched tightly onto the thick wire straps protruding from Angel's back. "Steady girl." Aeda whispered calmly, earning a mechanical whir in response. Through the gift of Osmosis, the Winged Guardians of the Omoro were capable of understanding human speech. "Hey!" The woman cast out in surprise, the guardian slowing mid-flight to a steady pace, Aeda's gaze fixated on a singularly tiny collection of dots fluttering in the distance... "Closer, go closer!" She hissed urgently, excitement and fear building up simultaneously. She recalled the last she saw her father.

"The world is a large place, Aeda. If you wish to adventure outside the reach of the Guardians, then you will need your own." Her father's voice rung out from behind her. "But be warned, there are more dangers than monstrosities in the wild. A Guardian can defeat any adversity, such is the might of Osmosis; but it is not immune to the machinations of our minds." Aeda cast a confused glance to her father, silently prompting him to explain. "You know of the many tribes throughout the land, they are not our friends. They are a vicious people, tainted by the devil's touch, granting them unnatural powers and capabilities. Without the protection of Osmosis' Guardians, they have travelled a darker path for survival. These people are not to be taken lightly, Aeda. Not even Angel can protect you from their wickedness."

The words rung out in her ears, a look of determination blanketed her features as she spurred angel to go faster. At the sudden command, the winged mechanical-beast let out an ear-piercing screech, like metal-scraping-on metal, but multiplied tenfold, the sound reverberating throughout the sun-lit sky. They neared the collection of figures ever more, until lower height revealed the truth a collection of structures and tents, all scattered yet compact, though nothing more than dots to her sight, the woman noted multiple figures among the outpost. Not thralls, so humans; humans outside of Osmosis' protection. Such a thought worried her deeply.

"To the skies, Angel, come back to me at any sign of strangers approaching." With a mechanical stutter, the droid outstretched it's wings in a motion of understanding, propelling to the sky to patrol the nearby woods. Aeda assumed all eyes would be on her Guardian, it allowed her to get a closer look at the encampment through use of a spyglass. She had no reason to doubt that the human-clan would see her Guardian as nothing more than a threatening new monster, yet Angel would remain out of reach and their eyes would remain on her. A perfect strategy. So she kneeled, perch atop a stoneface with spyglass unfurled in hand, her eyes lit up as she first peered through. Real people! She thought, astonished. Before a frown settled upon her features, real... but tainted.


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Through Omoro craftsmanship, did Aeda bare witness to the likes of which she could never imagine. An entire settlement of humans, their vigilance aimed to the skies; just as the girl had wanted, her eyes were unmistaken in the capture of faint silver gleams portruding from several of the individuals. Her father's warning eeped back into her mind, those must be the tainted ones. People capable of dark, unholy acts. She had to get a closer look, with Angel watching over her she was surely in no danger.

With deft precision, she climbed gracefully down the rockface; adrenaline slowly spreading through her system, she was really doing this. It made her recall an old saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat', she afforded herself a smile and shrugged. "But satisfaction brought it back."

Slowing her tracks, Aeda cast her gaze towards the steep wooden walls encircling the tribe, so primitive and barbaric; nothing like the towering walls of Felinity, it was no wonder these people suffered without Osmosis watchful gaze. Then, a piercing screech, loud and terrible, a shrill mechanical echo filling the landscape in it's horror. Angel, she'd found something, something serious, something dangerous. Never before had she let out such a sound of urgency, it caused shivers down Aeda's spine.

With great haste she rushed to the sound, trying her best to remain stealthy as to avoid detection by the tainted, but also rushing to reach her Guardian's side, every muscle in her body tensed and a sickening feeling of dread began to build up. Then it hit her, she wasn't built for the wild; Angel was.

Looming metallic wings outsretched aggressively in a clearing, normally blue eys glowed red and angry, as Angel bawked and roared at whatever lay before her, causing Aeda to slide into the clearing with her clockwork pistol drawn, eyes fixed on the man stood before her. Anger and vengeance hugged her face as she prepared to pull the trigger, until she saw it. Silver and gleaming, on four legs, tall but powerful; a guardian, but one without wings. Conflict set in, although her features softened, finger easing off the trigger, she kept the device aimed at the stranger. "Who are you?" She interrigated, eyes fixed on the man but unable to stop herself from several curious-but-concerned glances to the defensive guardian. His guardian.

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Xenovia froze when he heard the sound of a female talking it has been awhile since he's heard the sound of a female and yet he easily identified the woman as an adult. Xenovia was frozen in place in his left hand he held the leg of the deer. In his right hand he held a makeshift knife, Xenovia has a sweat roll down the side of his head. Xenovia looked over at his sabertooth he did three short whistle burst and the sabertooth retreated into the woods hoping to get away.

Xenovia rolled backwards and took out his titanium bow, Xenovia pulled a steel arrow out his quiver and placed it on the string as he pulled it back. "Name is Xenovia Wilcox, I am the sole survivor of the hunter tribe....main" he gave his tribe a false name in case this older woman was from a rival tribe.

"Now who...are you?" He glanced to the right and saw his bot creeping along the forest floor trying to stay hidden within the forest trees.
 
Whatever advantage her surprise entry was lost with her hesitation, a fool's mistake. She should have shot from the shadows, now--Guardian or not--she was dealing with a skilled hunter and an oversized mechanical beast, though the irony of his actions wasn't lost on her. Perhaps he was unaware of the looming Angel directly behind her. Towering like a fort, but crouched like a bunker, wings at Aeda's side like shields, those pointed needles he deigned to poit at her would flick right off her mighty wings, the rival guardian, however was a cause for concern.

momentarily her eyes left the man, scanning the surrounding shrubbery for sight of the guardian, yet no sound nor sight made itself known. It was a guardian, a true hunter, apex predator's of the wild. It seemed Aeda placed her life in the talons of Angel once more, should the four-legged beast pounce, she had faith Angel's enormous size and vast wings would guard her from any harm, her vigilant sentry. Eyes cast forward she scowled at the stranger with fury, she could almost smell his corruption from here.

"A huntress with a very large bird." She replied mockingly, lips twitched into an arrogant smirk as Angel once more bawked defensively in a deep metallic tone. Truth be told, Aeda was nervoud beyond belief, and drowning in fear at the prospect of a hostile guardian, but she masked it well, too well perhaps. Blind faith was a powerful tool.
 
Xenovia didn't seem to catch on that he was being mocked nor would be even pay attention to her tease anyway. Xenovia's animal was now circling the group of people to eliminate anyone from ambushing the three "you got a name huntress? Your bird isn't very large by the way I've seen bigger" he said in a joking tone. Xenovia has his steel arrow reeled back as far as it would go. He knew his arrows wouldn't perice the bird's wings but it would buy him some time.

Xenovia's sabertooth was now behind this woman and her bird watching them closely waiting for a trap or something
 
Aeda grew increasingly fidgety at the unending stand-off, fear for his guardian's annonymity was slowly being overshadowed by fear of the tainted tribe. It was impossible they hadn't seen Angel land here in the clearing, those who didn't see it most certainly heard it. Whether the stranger was among them didn't matter, if an experienced group of hunters came, prepared and ready, with mystical powers at their behest, neither she nor Angel would get a clean escape; if any escape at all, for that matter.

Ignoring his comment on the looming bot which just so happened to be larger than his own, Aeda slowly moved her feet back, positioning herself beside Angel in preperation for a hasty getaway. Her finger twitched over the pistol trigger, nerves slowly dissolving into an erratic state. This was her first meeting with a human away from Osmosis' Watch and it was not going well. "You with them?" Aeda asked bluntly, cocking her head in the direction of the encampment where the faint sound of commotion seeped from beyond the walls. The tainted would be here soon, if he was one of them then her odds were impossible; the thought left a sickening pit in her stomach, her throat tightening at the prospect of imminent danger.

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Xenovia looked over at the area he felt a bit irritated from the place. "Nope I have no idea who those people are" he took his arrow off the string and back into the quiver. "But we both know that if we stay here long it'll be trouble" Xenovia whistled a long blast and his sabertooth ran besides the hunters and her bird and kept walking until the bot was besides Xenovia.

Xenovia put the bow on his back "mind if you let me come to your tribe? I need a place to stay for awhile I'll even take up the role as another hunter...my village lived by this swimming hole so it could benefit your tribe. Could help increase the moral ya know?" Xenovia climbed onto his bot "I can take you to the hole, that is if you'll trust me"

Xenovia knew that even though he was a teen he has the face of a shady character and trust is something not easily given. Xenovia's not walked over to the woman "and remember all I want is food and shelter in exchange for the swimming hole location and my service I can understand if you don't take in outsiders most tribes don't"
 
The former tension dissipitated at both his answer, and brazen disarmament, Aeda saw it as a fool's move, but one she was grateful for nonetheless, the atmosphere's rapid changed caushed her to bend over unavoidably and exhale a deep breath of relief, she felt light-headed and sick, sitting down would be nice. Unfortunately, it wasn't on her cards. With slight hesitation she placed the clockwork pistol back into her holster, standing upright and casting eyes up to the trees. Angel, at the evaporation of hostility, relaxed. The formerly spread wings retracting to her sides comfortably, blazing red eyes resting back to a sea blue haze.

Yet the situation was still on the brink of disaster, his words entered her mind and Aeda could do nothing more than shift uncomfortably at his surprising plee for aid, firstly because the answer was 'over my dead body' . They'd both be executed if she brought him back to Felinity, not that she had any desire to do so anyway. Because she didn't; death was a more desirable option than disgrace. Secondly, because she was weeks from her tribe even with Angel's speed, it'd take time that she didn't want nor need to spare, the tainted watering hole was of no interest to the Omoro, they desired nothing beyond their borders and with good reason.

"I have no intention of bringing you to my people." She started harshly, before a knot in her chest formed tightly at the possibility of former tension returning. He was desperate, her refusal could make him do something brash, and the presence of his own guardian made her inclined to believe he wasn't one of the tainted. The presence of a guardian made him likely more dangerous than the tainted. "But... even if I did, it's not possible. We keep to ourselves, no outsiders, anything beyond our borders is of no interest." She explained in a steady voice, more out of necessity than genuinity.

"We'd both be killed if I brought you back, and the journey there would take weeks, maybe months." Her explanation was the truth, he likely expected her to be from a local tribe; unfortunate for him. Although it mader her wonder... She turned to the male once more, a determined look mixed with curiosity marked her features. Maybe it was a mistake, but her first opportunity to talk with someone outside of her tribe was too good to pass up on, especially since he wasn't tainted.

"Why not ask them to take you in?" This time, she turned her body to fully face the encampment in the distance, her body relaxed, serenity and composure returned in brief waves as she took several steady breaths, she didn't trust him. Not in the slightest. However, she trusted the inhabitants of the primitive outpost less, he had a guardian and that had to mean something.

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Whipping her lance up vertically and getting the tip of it out of the water, water sprayed off into the air. Seeing that the man in front of her wasn't giving her a reply, she gave him a large smile and walked a few steps closer to him. She began to talk again in her usual high pitched voice, "Whatcha doing out here anyways? Now I'm not saying you look like you can't defend yourself or anything but its still fairly early in the morning so either you have been travelling all night or you have the super power to wakeup before sunrise." Suddenly in the distance, a loud metallic screech was heard and Pastel froze where she stood. Her head snapped up to the sky and saw some massive metallic robot fly overhead. "...That is the largest metal chicken I have ever seen... Is that a friend of yours?" A few seconds more pass of silence before Pastel relaxed and her smile returned. "Anyways, name is Pastel, local leader of the Nenech Rangers! Nice to meetcha!" Pastel began to walk a little closer to him but managed to trip on rock in the shallow water she was standing in. Catching herself with her other foot, she awkwardly stumbled a few steps closer before casually blushing and looking away. She raised her free hand to him to shake while she stopped to lean on the lance with her other hand. Looking back to him with her face being completely red, she muttered suddenly shyly, "I'm not a morning person aha..."
 
Every step she would take towards him would be another step back for him. He wasn't going to chance a single thing, even if she seemed friendly. He kept the bow primed, still crouched down and moving away as she spoke, not even looking up at the bird as it passed. Why was she being friendly to a man with a bow pointed at her face? Wouldn't you be somewhat timid? He shook his head and stood to his height, keeping the bow primed, but lowered just a tad, away from her face. And. . . She fell forward and stumbled. Xero jumped back, the arrow released into the dirt next to him from being startled. He then looked at her, the gas mask covering whatever facial expression he was making, but hints of a smile.

He still kept his distance from the woman, dropping the smile as quick as it came as she lifted her hand. What? Her name is Pastel, cool. Xero didn't much care as he was still very cautious with how his body language was shown. He stared at her hand, then looked back up to her face, staring motionless.

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Xenovia glanced over at the other place once more "I trust you a hell of a lot more than them" Xenovia said truthfully he knew that telling her this was a dumb move. "Secondly I know you haven't noticed but we both have a guardian" Xenovia replied with sarcasm. He placed his hand on the inside of his jacket and felt a damp area right below his ribs. He pulled out his hand and looked at the blood that coated his pale skin on his fingers.

"Besides something tells me my chances are better with you here instead" He didn't want to admit that he was attacked by the colony awhile back. His bot shuffled his paws around on the ground leaving marks in the dirt. Xenovia kept his hand in his jacket so his blood stained hand would be hidden although Xenovia's constant shaking would probably give him away to anyone who looked close enough.

"But maybe if you could somehow sneak me into....no that wouldn't be right to ask you to do somethin' like that" he averted his eyes in shame. Xenovia knew how strong the bond is between a tribe and its citizens. He was dumb to even think of something that dumb.
 
Xenovia felt weak from his constant blood loss, the only way he made it this long was by will power alone."I-I need help..." he said weakly and leaned against a nearby tree. Xenovia's vision began to fail him he could hear his own heart beat pounding in his ears.

With each pump of his heart his vision blurred he starred at Aeda it hurt his pride to ask for help but he knew he would die from his injuries "P-please....help...me-" Xenovia could no longer stay upright he fell flat on his back his breathing was shallow. He was on the brink of death as he starred up at the woman he honestly felt that he was gonna die
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Aeda shook her head a little too quickly at his counter, she didn't have the will to say it outright, but there's wasn't any chance were she ever attempted to smuggle him into Omoro lands. She'd rather die than spit on her faith in such a way, yet she could hardly fault his attempt; desperate times call for desperate measures, which made her ponder momentarily--why the urgency?--aside from the nearby encampment, he seemed quick to trust, and quicker still to insist.

That is, until, her eyes caught sight of his hand clenched beneath his jacket. Small red droplets, like sparks from a forge, seemed to slither down his side. The entire situation became available in a new light, the truth became clear and she then realized his body had worked off of adrenaline for perhaps hours now. The loss of tension also seemed to make him relax, causing his wounds to catch up with his body. Cautiously, did the woman step forward, ever watchful, ever vigilant of the surrounding lands, from the tall trees, to the hidden shrubberies.

Considering the two metallic beasts were currently both on the same side, she felt comfortable enough lowering her guard in favour of examining the severity of his wounds. Whether or not she decided to help, she hadn't decided yet. "I took you for a survivor." Aeda started neutrally, her tone covered in hints of sarcasm, but overall serious. With a severe lack of gentleness, her hand wrapped out onto his arm, pulling it away from the grasping wound he'd done so well to hide.

"Ouch..." Aeda grimaced hesitantly, she was curious to inquire as to what manner of being caused such a vicious injury, but right now she had to save his life. Apparently. "Agh, you fool, this could be infected! It should have been bound at first opportunity..." She chastised, drawing her clockwork pistol. A whistle later, and Angel was in the air, out of range of the blast that followed. "Tell your guardian to move away, otherwise this," She started, gesturing to the gun. "Will shut him offline."

The weapon needed time to charge for the energy blast, it just so happened that the energy-beams that gathered at it's front were as hot as a hot-iron poker. In other words, she was going to cauterize his wound. "This is going to hurt..." Without further hesitation, she pressed the charging gun to his ribs, she wasn't used to apologizing, but after this ordeal maybe she owed it. He however, owed her his life.


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To call the hunt unsuccessful would be a massive understatement.

Choc and his gang of fellow hunters were at their limits, their limbs burning, breaths choppy. They stumbled through the long grasses of the fields, the shrill scream of their supposed quarry bouncing across the plains. Choc was one of the hunters near the back of the running bunch, pushing at everyone whom slowed to encourage them. If they allowed themselves to get in reach of the creature, they would meet a very twisted end.

Choc risked a peek over his shoulder at the startlingly fast form in pursuit. Thralls, like this one, used to be human, that much was apparent. Now, they were simply something else. The thrall, outlandishly big for even its own kind, towered above them and moved quickly. It blended in with the shadows of the night, but they could hear its scratchy shrieks and guttural growls. They could see its deadly long limbs whipping out and lashing at their retreating bodies, its elongated and cagey fingers snapping at empty air. Choc nearly tripped over himself as he met eyes with it. He was the only one who could see the creature so clearly in the dark with the night vision his glowing eyes granted him. Unfortunately, the light from his green irises only attracted attention from the creature. Its piercing hiss transformed into a ghastly scream.

The feet of the hunters managed to pick up pace just a bit more at this sound. Bendy, a hunter experienced in using bombs, whirled around, her twin braids whipping around in the motion. Between her tight lips was a lit match, and her dirty fingers grasped at their last hope. With a fire in her eyes, Bendy set the string of the bomb she held so tightly with a flick of her head and spat the match out towards the monster. As the match landed on the ground, the flame spread easily to the surrounding grasses, and the monster behind them shrieked at the environmental change. Bendy planted the bomb on the ground, which was too heavy to launch accurately with a simple toss of the hand.

"RUN!" she screamed, already darting ahead of the rest of the pack. And run they did. The exhausted hunters sprinted for their lives-- until Choc tripped. He fell with a frustrated cry, and immediately tried to jump to his feet. He yelped as his ankle sent a wave of pain up through his leg, and he tumbled down again, gripping at the grass. He tried and tried again, the rasps of the twenty-four foot beast, the surrounding flames, and the lit bomb only serving as motivation.

Choc cursed at their foolishness of going night-hunting in the first place as he kept struggling. Yurg, the Thrall they'd found as a baby and raised, hadn't been in the local woods lately. For a whole week, they didn't see him, and yet they kept hunting. It was this very day that they found what used to be Yurg, and his killers, much bigger, hungrier Thralls. Yurg must have been killed in a battle for dominance... or even as means of protecting the hunters. A few of the Thralls were easy enough to take on, but this one... This one was their limit.

He shuddered as he got to his feet, making it a few wobbly steps before collapsing again. A hand caught Choc by the arm, and the fallen hunter glanced up to meet the kind brown eyes of Scotch. He was... Well.... Choc gripped the other's arm back with a thankful smile and stumbled to his feet. He risked the time to pull Scotch closer by the collar and plant a quick kiss to the lips. Scotch was special.

Scotch returned a goofy grin and wrapped his arm around Choc to support him, and they got ready to run.

BOOM.

As the bomb finally went off, the ground dropped beneath them. Choc and Scotch screeched in the fall, clinging to each other until they hit the ground with a harsh thud. Something else dropped down with them with an even louder smack, not giving the young men enough time to grumble about their sudden misadventure. With something of a scramble, Choc and Scotch got to their feet and watched as the giant Thrall got to his feet once again. Choc's glowing eyes trained on the Thrall as its torso slowly rose to full height, but Scotch analyzing their surroundings, gave a yank at Choc's arm

"We're in a tunnel, Choc," he murmured. "No wonder the ground gave out. Looks old."

"Looks deadly," Choc said, referring to the monster that met his eyes.

Shouts echoed down from above, and the boys looked up to see their fellow hunters surrounding them, out of reach.

"Are you okay!?" Bendy shouted down.

"Dandy!" Scotch yelled back, and Choc kept a careful watch, waiting for the first move of the Thrall. "Maybe if we can distract it long enough, you guys could figure a way out---"

The Thrall lunged forward, swiping for Choc's glowing eyes, the only source of light in the dark tunnel save the moonlight that leaked through the opening high above. Choc let his body drop, pulling Scotch down with him in the movement. The claws attached to its seemingly endless arms scratched at the air above their faces. Before Choc could so much as try as get to his feet, Scotch clapped a hand over his eyes and tugged him along as he hopped to his feet.

"You're too bright. Keep them closed." The Thrall made a scratchy bark as it searched for them in the spot they had just been in. "We're gonna have to follow the tunnel," he whispered, barely louder than a breath. Choc nodded and clung to the other for balance. He grit his teeth as they walked along as quietly as they could, keeping his eyes closed.

Splish.

Puddles... hadn't been expected. The giant Thrall's head snapped up to attention at the echoing splash of water. Scotch and Choc's grips tightened on each other, and they hurried. But the more they moved, the more they splashed. The thrall screamed and continued its hunt, and its prey ran.

Hours of sprinting and sneaking passed, the boys sometimes able to lose the giant creature in the darkness. As soon as they made any accidental sound, however, the chase continued. It went on and on like this until Scotch spotted light at the end of the tunnel. The rising of dawn...

"Uncover your eyes now," he murmured. "I found an exit, and we can run for it." Choc nodded, and grimaced, as he cracked his eye open. Blood covered his green lashes, providing a bit of difficulty in his vision at first, but the light was apparent.

"Let's go, Butterscotch," he whispered back. The two sprinted forward, Choc doing so as best as he could and the splashes under their feet making a ruckus. The end of the tunnel drew closer and closer... The boys leaped out into the open, grasping at each other and pulling each other along. The Thrall was eerily silent, nowhere to be seen... It was strange, but Choc pulled Scotch into a tight embrace. "HA! We did it! We're alive!" Scotch's shoulder's gave a small jolt, but soon he relaxed into the other's arms. Choc moved back to give the other a grateful kiss.

Choc paled.

His heart stopped.

He would have shrieked if he wasn't so shocked.

Scotch. Scotch's head... Choc paled as his companion's lifeless body slumped against his.

Scotch's head was gone. Scotch's head was gone.

SCOTCH WAS GONE.

Choc fell to his knees, Scotch's body falling with him and coating his shirt in red. He stared up at the Thrall as it munched and gave a guttural snicker in greeting. The sob that had worked its way to Choc's mouth turned into an incoherent scream at the beast as he released it, and the Thrall joined in, even louder.

Choc clung to his very late friend as he awaited his doom.

((falls over. Done x-x Others will definitely not be this long. I just had a lot of backstory to get into the intro >u>

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((Warning Cringy content possibly ahead..))

As the man in front of her stayed on guard and wouldn't shake her little hand, Pastel lowered her arm. She was about to open her mouth when a sudden roar mixed with a desperate scream came from the tree's where she had came from. Pastel's face changed to that of one in shock and immediately she spun on her feet. Seeing the massive thrall in daylight towering over two slumped bodies made her wrist implants glow and she broke into an extremely fast sprint along the shore followed by a torrent of water being flung into the air behind her. To achieve this speed, she used powers of her augmented wrists to create a sort of telekinesis to make her move faster. Once she left the shallow water and back onto the dry land, tufts of grass and dirt were being flung up as she closed the distance. When the thrall stopped making it's ear piercing screech, it swung towards the slumped bodies in an attempt to grab them up and eat them. Just as the hand was about to made contact, Pastel slid in and swung her lance to knock the large hand away. At making contact with the hand while still in mid-slide, Pastel's face suddenly changed from the serious look to a massive crooked smile. She tilted her head and giggled fairly loudly at the over-sized thrall while also slamming the hands back anytime they tried to swing at her. The embedded implants on her wrists started to turn red hot as they kept up with her empowered actions. The thrall let out an aggravated shriek towards the girl and bodies which resulted in a mist of blood from its recent meal. Pastel's creepy grin only got worse as she licked her lips and swallowed the blood before launching herself off the ground and up past the thrall's dis-configured head. As she started to fall, she pointed the lance downwards and let it puncture through the thrall's beady black eyes. At being impaled into the creature's skull, the lance jutted vertically out the eye as the thrall still faced the sky trying to process what just happened. It looked straight forward causing the lance to then be positioned horizontally and allowing Pastel to swing herself up and onto the lance's hilt. She walked carefully along the lance towards the tip and bent over so she would face to face with the other eye. Her pink lips let out in a oddly cheerful tone, "So, I see that you killed little player two down there! You are quite the boss fight buddy, I cannot wait to see you fall."

At that, she turned and walked back to the opposite side of the lance and dropped off it while grabbing it as she fell to yank it out of the eyeball. Instead of it just popping out easily like she had thought, a chunk of the eye was torn out and left stuck on the blade. Seeing that the fall below her was enough to injure herself, she angled the lance so that it would land on that chunk of gross eyeball. Landing on the back end of the lance, Pastel quickly let one hand down to snatch her weapon and the other onto the dirt floor to balance herself. She lifted up the lance but this time without the piece of an eye on it. Sprinting over normally now, Pastel tugged at the body that still had a head and managed to separate their hold on the dead one. All the while, the thrall screamed in agony while it held its hands to its gushing eye. Completely out of breath, Pastel tried to run away from the thrall with the lance over her shoulder and the boy in her arms bridal style. After they made it a good distance into the overgrowth of forest, Pastel collapsed rasping for breath and in the process dropping the boy. "Sorry cutie..." Her smile had now gone and she collapsed asleep snuggled up on the dirt right next to the panicked green haired boy.

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((Just to point out, Pi gave me permission to "Godmod" a bit there to get the character out of the way))
 
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What he watched, he was unsure of. Xero stayed where he was, just looking at the scene preforming in front of him. He took a few steps forward, cautiously, and stood behind the two, not moving forward whatsoever. He then looked straight at the green haired boy and cocked his head towards the side in confusion. What is today and these strange people? Sure, he had been living under a rock and finally got caught outside, but he did not expect so much to happen in so little time. He set his bow and quiver on the ground as well as his pack and dug through it a bit, still glancing at the green haired one, looking him over for any injuries. Visible. With not much of a confirmation, he pointed at the boy and then would bring his hands back to jab his fingers together, twisting as they moved for the sign of 'hurt'.

His gas mask may have covered his emotion, but Xero could care less if he dropped by him first or was hurt somewhere else. The dude's lucky Xero even was around if he was hurt, for the girl named Pastel seemed to not be much of help at the moment. He sort of sighed to himself as he brought out a rolled leaf with string tied around the middle. A quick motion in front of it, he lay it out like a tarp to revel a travel first aid kit, made entirely by herbs and plants, with a few tools here and there. The masked man would look very primitive to the green haired one. But also like he knew what he was doing, in fact he did. As he waited for a response, he took a baggie from his bag and squeezed it in his fist, red liquid visible at the very top of it, he poured it into a mortar and sprinkled ripped leaves over top and began mixing. This better be worth it to him.

He took off his broken goggles and set them aside, revealing his bright amber eyes to the public for the first time, as well as pushing his dirty silver hair to the side, away from his face. The face had many different scars on it over where the goggles have been, almost like a heavy tear down the side, all warped but there. It barely missed his eye. Even with the deformed cheek, he didn't look half bad with it. It did not destroy the character of his stone cold face. The dirt under his eyes would now be moist with sweat as it was a bit hot. He looked like he's seen the world and what nightmares it has within. A man not to be trusted, nor to be untrusted, he was a mysterious person no matter who was looking at him.

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Drasis opens the door which is being beaten on of his small one roomed house outside of the safe walls of Nanech. A messenger is here, but not his normal food delivery boy. He sighs which releases the breath out of one of the openings on the back of his head. The messenger is nervous, twitchy, and trembles out hastily, "Its Shrapnel's daughter, she gone off duty off the wall out here. There is a thrall seen off of the west wall and apparently the spotters saw pink in that direction... ummm go... please." Drasis sighs again and scratchily gets out, "Well I was expecting breakfast, but I guess I could help the chieftain's daughter again... although she's pretty good on her own. That man worries too much. You better go back in the walls in case there are anymore thralls." Drasis nodded to the messenger who started running to the safety of the walls and he grabbed his swords from the table and headed west down the slopes.

Drasis walks swiftly through the forest knowing that a singular thrall isn't to much to handle for Pastel. She was one of the two people in Nanech that wasn't scared of him. He went out to "save" her several times, but it wasn't needed. Most times anymore he would sit in the forest and just watch her take care of it and do it herself and then would walk her back and listen to the days goings on in Nanech. Only once when she used to much of her energy when battling three thralls did he have to step in. She fainted after taking out two and Drasis had to launch himself using the power of his mechanical legs to jump atop the 14' thrall left standing and shutting it down with powerful down strokes of his dual blades. He ended up carrying her under his arm back up the mountain and tucking her into bed safely knowing she would need some time to recharge. He knew this time should be very different from that one instance.

At arriving upon a pasted out green haired stranger and the very well known pink headed dingus, as he lovingly calls her, he notices the bow wielding slender man standing over them with herbs. Drasis assumes its probably weed because he knows that helps him get by. Ignoring the small man, Drasis peers into the distance at the wailing thrall as it stumbles away from Nanech which normally would be great except its moving towards the small town of Eshin. "... A lot of orphans live there... One owes me money... Im going. Formalities later." Drasis stuffs the green head under his left arm and the dingus under his right. As he began his trot towards the over-sized screaming thrall, dingus's lance was dragging in the dirt behind them. Annoyed, he slings her over his shoulder to get the lance out of the dirt. Satisfied, he increased his "elegant" stride. As he closed the distance on the thrall, he noticed a couple with a giant metal chicken and a metal dog thing. Drasis isn't good with animals. Drasis isn't good with people either. Might have something to do with his traumatizing facial features.
 
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