There was a fight on the woods between soldiers and strays (and whatever we want to call Renan. Still a stray?) where the soldiers were butchered by Darrow and had to fall back. The strays are debating where to go.
Jump in by... I don't know... Do something creative. Worst case scenario pull a deus ex machina and have your bird see us in the woods. Because y'know, eagle eyes.
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Renan looked down and exhaled. "The safest place would have to be the grotto, no one would be able to find us and it's easily defensible. I'll take us there," Renan signed, looking at his surroundings for a moment before heading east. He looked behind him to see if Eldalia, Skye, and Darrow were following.
Just checking, the retributes are supposed to start having tests the next day right?
Finishing her second tall glass of amontillado, Sylvia listened as Takeshi and Mira ordered, while Gavin was still deciding. Then Sylvia thought back to what Takeshi had ordered. Mind clouded with the power of alcohol, Sylvia recalled him saying something along the lines of, "Roast that Spanish chicken with chips." Confused and slightly drunk, Sylvia took this as a threat, saying that she was a Spanish coward that Takeshi wanted to... Eat with chips?
How strong is this? Sylvia wondered, swirling the small puddle in the bottom of her glass. She dismissed the threat, realizing that is must have been a mishearing.
"¿Mesero, sirve vodka?" She asked. The bartender nodded, and began to pour a shot. "No, no, no, ese vaso," Sylvia said, gesturing to the twice-emptied wine glass. As the food arrived—rather quickly to Sylvia's drunken surprise—a dish of meats, vegetables and beans was places before her, as some bits of chicken of sliced fried potato were placed before Takeshi and what the chef claimed was "angulas" was placed before Mira. Sylvia doubted that Mira would enjoy the dish of baby eels. The meal passed in relative silence. After finishing her meal and her vodka, Sylvia looked over at Gavin.
"Gabins?" She said, eyes drooping. "I sory 'bout earlier. I shunuh hit'chu with the pole. You dun' need think I'ma ebrr do dat agin, M'kay?" Sylvia flopped her arms around Gavin in an attempt to hug him. "We gon' be gud frends." Sylvia felt a prick on her wrist. A hologram was projected from the wristband that stated:
Blood alcohol content:
.19
Please return home - a taxi has been called for you.
"Welp, I guess I gotta go. See y'all's tomoruh," Sylvia said, clumsily paying the waiter before flopping out the door. Taking a pre-paid taxi back to the dorm facility, Sylvia practically fell up the stairs to the third floor before spending an embarrassingly long time trying to figure out how to open the door. After finally getting angry enough to do something right, Sylvia opened the door, dropped onto her bed, and blacked out.
How strong is this? Sylvia wondered, swirling the small puddle in the bottom of her glass. She dismissed the threat, realizing that is must have been a mishearing.
"¿Mesero, sirve vodka?" She asked. The bartender nodded, and began to pour a shot. "No, no, no, ese vaso," Sylvia said, gesturing to the twice-emptied wine glass. As the food arrived—rather quickly to Sylvia's drunken surprise—a dish of meats, vegetables and beans was places before her, as some bits of chicken of sliced fried potato were placed before Takeshi and what the chef claimed was "angulas" was placed before Mira. Sylvia doubted that Mira would enjoy the dish of baby eels. The meal passed in relative silence. After finishing her meal and her vodka, Sylvia looked over at Gavin.
"Gabins?" She said, eyes drooping. "I sory 'bout earlier. I shunuh hit'chu with the pole. You dun' need think I'ma ebrr do dat agin, M'kay?" Sylvia flopped her arms around Gavin in an attempt to hug him. "We gon' be gud frends." Sylvia felt a prick on her wrist. A hologram was projected from the wristband that stated:
.19
Please return home - a taxi has been called for you.
"Welp, I guess I gotta go. See y'all's tomoruh," Sylvia said, clumsily paying the waiter before flopping out the door. Taking a pre-paid taxi back to the dorm facility, Sylvia practically fell up the stairs to the third floor before spending an embarrassingly long time trying to figure out how to open the door. After finally getting angry enough to do something right, Sylvia opened the door, dropped onto her bed, and blacked out.
"Why... No... Speak?" Was the question they came from the hulk of a man to Renan. Thinking of how to explain it, he hoped that someone would understand his motion to come. He pointed at one of the dead soldiers, made a stomping motion, and then pointed to his throat before making a slashing motion over it to indicate that it doesn't work. Turning to Eldalia, Renan was faced with the question of where to stay the night.
Renan thought for a moment before giving Eldalia a list of locations to choose from. Raising his hands, he signed the following:
Renan paused for a moment. There was one more option - the best option that he could think of - but he might not want these... warriors to come and tarnish it. It was a place of tranquility after all, and he wouldn't want to soil it with more blood than that which had already been spilled. Renan remembered the day that he had needed to spill blood in that cave.
"There's also," Renan paused, clenching his fists for a moment. "The grotto. It's very safe, has six beds, and is out in the woods. Nobody knows about it but me." Renan paused in disappointment for a moment to correct himself. "At least - nobody alive." A lonely tear rolled down Renan's left cheek before he continued. "I leave the choice up to you," he signed, the crow on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to the group, for several minutes now the crow had been looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, whispering to himself, "So many dead. So many innocents."
There was no joy to be found in the crows eye, and there was no joy to be found in Renan's.
Renan thought for a moment before giving Eldalia a list of locations to choose from. Raising his hands, he signed the following:
- My place - four beds and moderately secure in town
- A little outpost I have - two beds and very safe in the woods
- A hotel - As many beds as we need and not very safe in town
Renan paused for a moment. There was one more option - the best option that he could think of - but he might not want these... warriors to come and tarnish it. It was a place of tranquility after all, and he wouldn't want to soil it with more blood than that which had already been spilled. Renan remembered the day that he had needed to spill blood in that cave.
"There's also," Renan paused, clenching his fists for a moment. "The grotto. It's very safe, has six beds, and is out in the woods. Nobody knows about it but me." Renan paused in disappointment for a moment to correct himself. "At least - nobody alive." A lonely tear rolled down Renan's left cheek before he continued. "I leave the choice up to you," he signed, the crow on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to the group, for several minutes now the crow had been looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, whispering to himself, "So many dead. So many innocents."
There was no joy to be found in the crows eye, and there was no joy to be found in Renan's.
After removing several large wooden splinters from his back, Renan decided that he couldn't sit still any longer. He was used to seeing children with guardians being used by the military... But this? This was new. This was different. This was wrong. Standing up and stretching his back, Renan found himself faced with two options. He could either head for a government facility in hopes of finding answers, or go back to the fight that was presumably still raging in the forest. Finding himself morally obligated to go back and help the poor saps that he had gotten into the problem in the first place, Renan scribbled a note and started jogging, crossbow in one hand, foil in the other.
Arriving at the scene Renan was surprised to find the lined up corpses of the guards from earlier, as well as a lack of the boy with the wolf and the albino from earlier. Approaching the group, he looked about and began to wince. Black feathers littered the ground, the mangled, torn corpses of a dozen birds strewn about. He looked to the girl with the German shepherd, and seeing that she was alright approached the girl with the panther. He held up the note.
My name is Renan.
I cannot speak.
We should find out what's going on, this use of force seems odd, at least to me.
I know where a government outpost is, and if of want, I know how we can get in. You won't like it.
You can sign. You can help me communicate with the others. If we are to survive as a group, I will need you.
Please. For me. For the others. For the family that had to abandon you. Let's do something right.
Arriving at the scene Renan was surprised to find the lined up corpses of the guards from earlier, as well as a lack of the boy with the wolf and the albino from earlier. Approaching the group, he looked about and began to wince. Black feathers littered the ground, the mangled, torn corpses of a dozen birds strewn about. He looked to the girl with the German shepherd, and seeing that she was alright approached the girl with the panther. He held up the note.
I cannot speak.
We should find out what's going on, this use of force seems odd, at least to me.
I know where a government outpost is, and if of want, I know how we can get in. You won't like it.
You can sign. You can help me communicate with the others. If we are to survive as a group, I will need you.
Please. For me. For the others. For the family that had to abandon you. Let's do something right.
Just fly over the forest and see the fight or something.
Maybe the crow rave can grab your character's attention.
Maybe the crow rave can grab your character's attention.
Big fight's about to go down?
[Renan]
I'm out!
[Renan]
I'm out!
For a moment, there was a look caught in Renan's eyes. Maybe rage. Maybe tranquility. Maybe both.
Maybe pity.
He mouthed the words, "I was like you once," before returning to reality and noting that Eldalia had decided to show up. She wasn't here to help though, seeing as there was only more trouble following her. Five armed guards, one of them lagging behind with an arrow in his leg. And that boy from earlier, leading the pack.
There is no escaping this. I either die fighting or give up to that wretched cause that took me from my family, took all of them from their families. God rest my soul.
Renan's self-condemnation was interrupted, however, by the hungry crying of a murder of crows, at least twenty-five now, beginning to swoop down upon the group, attacking anyone and everyone except for Renan. It was chaos, a mass off black feathers flying through the air, when suddenly javelins were added to the mix. Renan couldn't even pretend to comprehend the situation, and fell to his knees in an exhausted sigh. Soon however, he found weapons thrust into his hands as three crows - one large and two small - stood in front of him, the largest with piercing, yet concerned eyes. Renan stood as the largest crow flew to his shoulder. He looked to the girl with the panther, then to the bandaged girl. He looked to the great sword wielding boy with his wolf, and to the pale girl. He looked to the javelin throwing giant. He looked to the crow, and at his own hands.
I've done quite enough to ruin the lives of these innocents. I'd best be off.
Renan began to run, he recrossed the river and fled into a new section of the village that he had been in earlier, and upon entering feigned a casual walk as he waved to city guards. Sheathing his weapons, Renan sat down on a public bench, and waited.
Maybe pity.
He mouthed the words, "I was like you once," before returning to reality and noting that Eldalia had decided to show up. She wasn't here to help though, seeing as there was only more trouble following her. Five armed guards, one of them lagging behind with an arrow in his leg. And that boy from earlier, leading the pack.
There is no escaping this. I either die fighting or give up to that wretched cause that took me from my family, took all of them from their families. God rest my soul.
Renan's self-condemnation was interrupted, however, by the hungry crying of a murder of crows, at least twenty-five now, beginning to swoop down upon the group, attacking anyone and everyone except for Renan. It was chaos, a mass off black feathers flying through the air, when suddenly javelins were added to the mix. Renan couldn't even pretend to comprehend the situation, and fell to his knees in an exhausted sigh. Soon however, he found weapons thrust into his hands as three crows - one large and two small - stood in front of him, the largest with piercing, yet concerned eyes. Renan stood as the largest crow flew to his shoulder. He looked to the girl with the panther, then to the bandaged girl. He looked to the great sword wielding boy with his wolf, and to the pale girl. He looked to the javelin throwing giant. He looked to the crow, and at his own hands.
I've done quite enough to ruin the lives of these innocents. I'd best be off.
Renan began to run, he recrossed the river and fled into a new section of the village that he had been in earlier, and upon entering feigned a casual walk as he waved to city guards. Sheathing his weapons, Renan sat down on a public bench, and waited.
Take the blue pill and the angry black man with a crossbow will go away.
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