Hawlin

From The Ashes

Are we still accepting?

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In what regard?

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Have I missed anything?

From The Ashes

Keepa blinked, narrowing their eyes at Ashiek from the poke, their still mostly obscured by the hood and the scarf. That kind of attention is the exact reason he started covering up, doing what he could to hide himself from others. However, he was mostly ignored back in he tribe and wasn't too used to the attention until they had started the journey and they were...made aware.

The bunny slugged Ashiek in the shoulder while he was backing off.

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I disapproved of being seen as an object that jokes were being made about being sold. I was out here for knowledge and glory with the two, and I feel like I've done little to earn any respect. Besides the jokes about being sold, the teases about belonging to Ashiek were almost enough to make me cry at times...but I supposed it was better than living in the tribe. I have money, I have food, I have...friends? Well, I had Skylar, she couldn't see me, and I guess that's why I was fond of her. She was always so kind, I couldn't help but share my food and water with her when she needed it; I could see why the others protected her. I guess I've begun to adopt that purpose, my current one is laughable, at best.
Fortunate, grateful, honored? I was a little unsure how to word how I felt about Xurga. At the least, I felt safe having someone so big standing around. I could hold my own in a fight, but the insurance of a hero on your side...Hmm.
And then there was Ashiek......I wish he wasn't so mean, sometimes. Okay, so I don't really know what I think about him. I mean, something about how he talks about me makes it hard to speak...so I hope he got the message from the punch

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Keepa's ears drooped from the disapproval of his inquisitive nature. Having never really been away from the tribe's station other than to roam the surface, he couldn't really help his curiosity of Apelesshar culture; he often didn't get to see much of them before they were killed, served for dinner or ran off the way they came. "<Ehrm, my apologies, sir>" Keepa muttered, taking his hands out of the pockets of his short coat.
The proposal to 'show him off' almost made him stop, empathizing that the discount was a five-finger one of sorts, with himself as a distraction. Still, he didn't know how to take the 'showing off' part, receding a bit into his coat and scarf to hide his expression before Ashiek tugged on one of his ears which flicked in his fingers.
"<P-please don't>" Chirped the bunny, tail fluttering lightly as they pulled their scarf up over their nose, a hint of a blush teasing over the edges of the fabric.

The sound of the intercom came as a surprise, but Keepa did his best not to jump. "<Yeah, its not our fight, anyway>" He agreed, noticing he had still instinctively rested a hand on his shortsword in his coat which he tried super hard to pretend he was only crossing his arms.

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Kapra, content with their work, struck a pose before realizing their fingers were a little wedged. They didn't imagine it was that important...until 002 ran off. "Oi, Wait!" She called, trying to pursue before realizing their folly; they were firmly connected to a hunk of metal. Cursing to themselves about 'her of all people to run off' barely noticed Keepa start off down the hall after them before she turned to get into position, anchoring herself for the worst and trying to provide cover for the rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keepa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was genuinely worried; she seemed to have a way of attracting unwanted attention, from what I overheard. Still, missing a layer of skin leaving my fingers raw was disconcerting. She soon returned with no sign of 066 except for a few gunshots in the distance. "Is he okay?" I asked, feeling foolish since she probably didn't know, herself.

She opened the bag and I sat by a wall not too far from the others as she started treating my fingers. I winced numerous times from the attention she gave them and sterilization. "N..no-" I hissed, trying to be tough like the others. Ears drooping as I sighed once she was done, getting to bandaging. "I'm sure zeht you've heard all of zeh introductions" I muttered, my fingers throbbing after they had finally warmed up. I really had to learn to control my power better. "I...ehrm..." I begin, curious if it mattered, "...Thank you" I (apparently) concluded, disappointed with myself for not introducing myself...

"I'm 047" I manage, before the fight began.

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Posted filler. 'How to make a shield'
Forgot about Runa and the medical stuff.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kapra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Excuse me...pardon, if ve coult stand back for zeh moment?" I ask, having noticed most of the doors in the hallway were already busted on my way here. Still, 002's was one of the few which had simply been opened. From the outside, I sized it up; 3 inches deep, single section handle, full hinges. This next part, I was always a little embarrassed of in the aftermath, but getting hype is a true virtue of a fighter. "Keepa, dear~" I coo from behind the door, knowing he might not like what I was going to ask of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keepa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stepping back at Kapra's request, I quickly caught on to what she was doing...and the way she asked for me couldn't have been good. "Yeeesss?" I ask, playing along as I get on the other side of the door. "Coult you be my spotter?" She asked in the same tone, her breath changing as I could hear hopping footsteps like a boxer getting into their stance. "Fine..." I sigh, bracing myself as hard against the door as I could before asking, "So, what exactly are you-"

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Keepa was cut off by a screech of bending steel as five finger-shaped indents punched into the center of the door about half an inch. "Ouf...coult you hold zeis?" Her voice came as she handed Keepa a telescopic guard baton, likely acquired on their way to meet up with the others. The boy laughed, lightly, waving the handle to the group. "Anyone vahnt it?" he asked before a second impact almost knocked him over. "Good, good...now vee just...tuuurrrnn!" her voice straining as the finger indents widened, turning in on each other, slightly. Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Kapra was gripping the steel into a handle while holding onto the actual door handle as to fashion a rinky-dink shield out of the hunk of metal. "Hinges, if you vould?" She chirps to Keepa who was strangely in sync with her thinking, already spreading his fingers across the hinges of the door which gained a blacking hue and popped against each other from some immense cold.

With unassuming ease, Kapra torn the door from the hinges which shattered from the stress, lifting it from the ground and smashing it right-side up into the floor beside her with the use of the one hand still implanted in the steel. Tile and cement split from the force and weight. Keepa, meanwhile gingerly peeled the chunks of metal from his fingertips which had stuck when he lost focus upon the breaking, pausing as he lost a bit of skin from the last one. "It'll do, yes?" she asked.

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Blox said
Hey, are you accepting any new characters?

Depending on how things go, you may be welcome to take my place.
Forget the whole NPC thing, it wouldn't make much difference if they were never there.

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Sounds like a solid plan.