@Hyro Was in 2014, roughly around late June or early July, I believe. c:
Also, Kaze, maybe your character could be sent on a mission as well out to the Wastes?
Also, Kaze, maybe your character could be sent on a mission as well out to the Wastes?
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
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@ScoundrelQueen Alllll approved!
@Magister Approved!
@Magister Approved!
Upon catching sight of the woman’s flames, Dawn recoiled as if struck, although she managed to compose herself after a moment or two. The last thing strangers needed to see was weakness, after all. Giving an almost sheepish smile, she stepped away from the wall, palms open to show she had no weapons at the ready.
“Sorry,” she said, mildly. “I just, um, wanted to make sure you weren’t the types to try to kill me as soon as I came out. Telepath here.” It wasn’t technically a lie- after all, she had been reading their minds not only a few minutes prior- but that wasn’t all she could do. Better to keep her cards up her sleeve for as long as she could. Dawn rubbed her arm nervously, looking between the three like she was trying to keep watch of them all. Her brow twitched upwards as the man in the wheelchair introduced himself- odd name- but there were far stranger people out in the ash.
“I’m Dawn. It’s, ah, nice to meet you, everyone.” She shifted on her heels at Aran’s request, and, after a moment, she carefully reached over her shoulder and drew a plastic bottle of water from her bag. She lifted it up, as if about to throw it, before thinking better of it, moving forward, and setting the bottle on the ground before retreating. It wasn’t too heavy of a loss, as she had two other containers- full, thanks to a building with still-running water a few miles back- but with any luck, it would convince the mentor and student alike to keep things peaceable. “I know it’s not much,” Dawn admitted, “but hopefully that’ll last you until you get to...wherever you’re going, I guess. You don’t have to give me anything for it.”
Especially as the idea of a complete stranger getting close enough to give a “check-up” wasn’t too appealing of a thought.
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“Sorry,” she said, mildly. “I just, um, wanted to make sure you weren’t the types to try to kill me as soon as I came out. Telepath here.” It wasn’t technically a lie- after all, she had been reading their minds not only a few minutes prior- but that wasn’t all she could do. Better to keep her cards up her sleeve for as long as she could. Dawn rubbed her arm nervously, looking between the three like she was trying to keep watch of them all. Her brow twitched upwards as the man in the wheelchair introduced himself- odd name- but there were far stranger people out in the ash.
“I’m Dawn. It’s, ah, nice to meet you, everyone.” She shifted on her heels at Aran’s request, and, after a moment, she carefully reached over her shoulder and drew a plastic bottle of water from her bag. She lifted it up, as if about to throw it, before thinking better of it, moving forward, and setting the bottle on the ground before retreating. It wasn’t too heavy of a loss, as she had two other containers- full, thanks to a building with still-running water a few miles back- but with any luck, it would convince the mentor and student alike to keep things peaceable. “I know it’s not much,” Dawn admitted, “but hopefully that’ll last you until you get to...wherever you’re going, I guess. You don’t have to give me anything for it.”
Especially as the idea of a complete stranger getting close enough to give a “check-up” wasn’t too appealing of a thought.
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@bmxbrat484 Ah, I gotchu. And that's a very interesting concept you're using with Eira- especially with the swap between 1st and 3rd person depending on if it's mental or physical.
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.
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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.
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@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:
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