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Current Much to the surprise of everyone, I am not dead.
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
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After a few moments of picking and prodding, Dawn relaxed slightly, drawing the tendrils of her Gift out of the tangle of the stranger’s thoughts. Whoever they were, they seemed...calm. Relaxed. A bit eccentric, if the willingness to drift off into fantasy was any indication, but not someone who read like they would shoot first and ask questions later. She was further reassured upon looking out and finding that the person was, surprisingly, wheelchair bound- although that raised the question of how they managed to survive out in the ash. Still, the person seemed well enough, and Dawn was about to reveal herself when two more entered her range. Jaw tightening, she slipped back into the (relative) safety of the house, probing at the newcomers as cautiously as before.

A man. On the older side, if the leg trouble was any indication. Not actively hostile, but willing to fight if necessary.

A woman. Sensor of some sort- the fact that she was aware of Dawn made her a bit tense, but it seemed as if stranger wasn’t sure where, exactly, she was. Hoping to avoid conflict altogether.

There were too many people here for her taste, but there was no way that she would be able to escape without their notice. Shifting the weight of her bags, Dawn stepped out of the doorway, sticking close to the wall in case anyone decided to start firing (although it seemed that the man in the wheelchair wouldn’t even be able to, anyway).

“Um. Hello, there.”

Her voice was a bit raspy from lack of use, and Dawn cleared her throat a bit to try and smooth it out a bit.

@Conch Shell VII@bmxbrat484@Claw2k11
@bmxbrat484 Hmmm?
@Sketcher Lucas is approved!
@bmxbrat484 Yep! Anyone in the ash is welcome to interact with Dawn, if you're open to interaction with a squishy mentalist. c:
@Conch Shell VII Approved!
All was quiet in the Waste.

Wind blew the ash into small, lazy tornadoes, sending them dancing for a few moments before settling again. Sparrows cried out overhead, fighting amongst themselves for scraps, and occasionally a rat or some other creature would dart from one patch of vegetation to the next. It was almost peaceful, really, if not somewhat lonely.

Dawn sat cross-legged in the ruins of some abandoned house, scooping some sort of stew out from a can and into her mouth. She wasn’t entirely sure what, exactly, it was that she was eating- the label had been worn to the point of being completely undecipherable- but it was filling, and seemed fresh enough not to kill her with food poisoning. That was good enough for her.

She paused to take a swig from her canteen, placed her meal at her side, then pulled a map from her pocket and carefully unfolded it. The towns printed on it had been long since destroyed, but the roads and landmarks remained. Dawn had scribbled over some of it upon actually finding the thing, filling blank spaces with notes and the like. Helped to be prepared, after all.

A few of the more amiable travelers she had encountered had tipped her off to a settlement off in the east- a bit small, apparently, but friendly enough and open to trades. If its residents were still there, it would be a good opportunity to replenish some of her supplies, and to have what might be the first friendly bit of conversation Dawn had had in weeks. “Friendly” being the key word, there, seeing as the last person she had met as of late had attempted to put a bullet through her skull without batting an eye. It was only expected, out in the wasteland, but it was an unpleasant experience regardless. Shaking the thought off, Dawn tucked the map away, and was cleaning up some of her mess when she stopped in her tracks.

Someone was coming.

Dawn quickly stuffed the rest of her things into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and stepped away from the nearest window. She cast her Gift out to the stranger in the same moment, probing carefully at the forefront of their thoughts. If this person was a more hostile sort, Dawn didn’t want to take any chances.
@bmxbrat484 Good luck with your youtube channel! I doubt that the roleplay will go too overly fast, but in the case that it does, I wish you the best of luck with your future roleplays as well. c:

I'll try to whip up a post today, if things aren't too hectic.
@lokystro Vyvyxx is approved!

@Hyro Drake is approved!
@VitoftheVoid Aight, I might have Gale go ahead and bug ORIN about something or other then. c:

@Sketcher Of course! We're always happy to have new members interested in the roleplay.

@Shard That's probably a good idea. I'll see about moving it over soon.
Quick question. Would any of those with characters working for Eru like for Gale to know/pester them in the introduction, by any chance?
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