Hawlin

From The Ashes

"<We are not most, nor are we Aplesshar>" I was quick to snap, frustration with myself and nervousness for what I had already convinced myself was a terrible idea, feeling foolish as Skylar spoke. I stop to count our numbers, noticing the stranger had already gone off ahead. Laying a trap? Telling the kill squad about a rinky-dink mismatch of would be (and one should be) 'heros'?
My grim thoughts were pulled from my mind at Skylar's touch, having almost forgotten about the now. Now we were warriors, for one reason or another. I'd be loathe to squander a prayer to the gods with the excuse of cowardice now...however tantalizing running away was. Her fingers were cool and silken against my cheeks and jaw; I was never used to her touch and certainly didn't deserve anyone's respect if I got a single one of them hurt, if only for her. I was glad that she respected my vow of obscurity, especially with strangers in our midst.

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And so our hero's visor fogged up, lightly from the human's kiss, shuffling in their boots slightly before following Ashiek, whispering a small prayer while tracing the barrel his rifle...on his back. "God, Gods, guide the wings of my steel; set sail and find me a grain in the coffin with which to set my nail" his words chirp in a hushed French, aware of Ashiek's mood and not wanting to really attract his attention. Keepa wasn't a leader; quite meek in all honesty and a would-be coward if not for the company he kept to inspire him to be more.

As they approached the door, he slipped a pair of ballistics plugs into his bunny ears which he tucked back into his hood. Gas mask still on, pistol in one hand and gas grenade in the other, it almost looked like he knew what he was doing.

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I'll have something up in some 12 hours or so. Work calls. ;c
EDIT: might be a bit later.

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The jelly that runs through my veins... ;T

I'm starting to get a feeling as though I had chosen poorly.

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Silver Fox said
Skylar has a stick xD

Wouf...I'd best be careful. ^_^;

jdh97 said
I should get a post up soon.

You're alive! :O
You must tell me of your travels.

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Idk where Jdh went, but with just a knife, idk how much he could do for the event.
:/

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Ugh, I need to focus more on what I'm doing and less what I'm thinking...

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Keepa stopped...
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My hand on the door as I had been the first one to cross the threshold. My boot barely had enough time to sing into the desolate soil before the human's words spoke.

"What do we do?"

I froze, looking down at my pistol.

~{"its not our fight"
"They are just humans..."
"...Aplesshar"
My own words ring though my head as I hear the screams of women and children, the siege already underway. None of us could say what would happen to them; likely a fate worse than death...until death would come. Either way, I had no hope of stopping them all...

"<We couldn't find anyone...>"
'Uncle Hawlin made a debut in my mind. I wanted them dead...ANY of them, whoever walked the surface must have known; maybe a chemical, some kind of sonic weaponry...a punch to the back of the head- what? It-...I don't-...
What would have explained the unconsciousness those years ago? How would I have gotten back?

~You have materials tailored for this~
My voice coos. Not myself, something inside me while I thumb at the first release of the gas grenade I had. One of three which had yet to be tested; I would never put myself in a position to need it, much less use it indiscriminately. It was valuable, three of a kind...

"<Please...we went back for her...don't-...don't cry>"
They had tried and failed, looking for someone who was dead or worse.
I had been sad.
I wanted to go out there to look for myself, but they had already lost someone from the search and that was the call for everyone, even me. They went back for me...and why shouldn't I go back for them?

"<We can only do what we can do for who we can, Keepa>"}~

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"We can only do what we can for who we can" The boy mutters in a dialect expertly rehearsed as the words meant something to him, before drawing a repurposed smoke grenade shall from his bag, hooking his thumb on the pin. "<I have an...experiment...to conduct.>" They continue, taking a step back into the metro. It was clear by their expression that they were confusing themselves with their indecision, unwilling yet conflicted by their choices as they brush past Edgar.
"<I intend on going back. I can stop this...I hope...I pray>" The bunny sighs, looking to the group's eyes for a reason to give himself more time or reason to talk himself out of his intentions.
"<I want to help, only because the choice has been given to be my own; the humans in the station will be killed the same as our own would be and for that...>" Keepa began, unsure where to go with his speech. He shook, almost violently with what could be anticipation, nervousness, fear? He wasn't cut out to lead, and he knew this...but he was aware his voice would be heard as though he was. Catching themselves with almost cocking their pistol a second time, he looked at the ground, wrought with indecision as the words carried a weight he had no intention to actually speak. "<If we are superior...we should endeavor to teach through example...>" They started, hesitantly moving from wall to wall in pseudo cover back into the metro, still waiting to be talked down from his indecision. "...for as the saying goes...it would be awfully human of us.>" They conclude with the slightest of half-chuckles, looking back at the group for a response. This hybrid pushing his social limits to inspire some kind of compassion in the group in which almost half even cared.
The Human in him cried out for justice.
The Arthro in him cried out for Science.

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I'm hosting a fall party tomorrow. I can assume we're k with waiting a day.
I've been thinking of something heavy, though. This event kinda defines Keepa, since the party's decision is his.

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(The stupe insues(forgot to refresh page >_<;))

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"< Good~ >" Keepa chirped as they neared the hatch, almost coldly in response to Edgar's words as a whole as shots rang through the tunnels. Without even jumping from the sounds of gunshots, he was already about himself with pulling his hood back and scarf down so he could slip on a gas mask he drew from the bag at his side in mid stride. The lavender and ice-blue curls and waves of the bunny's hair getting caught in the straps for a moment and needing readjusting; being a chemist wasn't all bombs and gas, effective dyes shared a handful of space in the 'Book of Spells'...though, like his eyes which glinted against the visor of the mask, it was rumored that it may simply grow that way. There were other suspicions that Keepa was actually fifty-something, an anthro who modified themselves to look like a hybrid, the chupacabre and/or Pestilence from Christian folklore, but none could ever be proven and were frequently contrived at his expense by rabble-rousers. Most didn't catch on, but little got past Keepa's ears.

The teasing was reason enough for him to seek exile and (oh my, a tangent ~_~ )...

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"It voult be vise" I say in English, my accent showing; I only really knew enough English to get by at the time. Offering Skylar a nod for the translation, I throw my hood back on, twitching my ears through the holes while I adjust the scarf over the filter connection, poorly obscuring my face. I still had the switch on vent, but it was already there in case I needed to switch back to filter. A warning from a hybrid from outside the tribe...I bet he has a remote bomb inside him and the kill squads are simply using him to lure people to the surface in return for his life to continue to do the same to others. He picked one hell of a time to find us...

I whisper a small prayer while checking the bullets in the clip of my pistol, cocking the slide and catching the good bullet which I pop back in the clip.
I turn the safety off and resume my place in the crowd, my other hand on the pommel of my short sword as I stepped into the hazy light of the midday sun.