UrbanEvolution

Undiscovery

Benedict Kaspin

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The corners of Ben's lips curled upwards at Theresa's tale. Didn't like how things were, so she left.

"I like that." Ben stated. He puffed some smoke out of his nose again and turned his head upward to look at the sky above them. "Where I am from, horns mean war has begun." Ben stated. He very, very much hoped that he was wrong in this scenario.

As they walked together, making small talk and keeping an eye out for each other, they found themselves moving upwards at an incline. They were obviously gaining altitude compared to their position when they beached themselves. But the foliage around them was beginning to thin. Light was shining through the treetops in greater quantities and eventually, they came upon a cliff's edge. Ben peered his head over the edge at the waves crashing against the stone and then peered out at the great blue sea. But then something else caught his attention. A sea stack, larger than any he had ever seen. So large buildings and structures had been carved out into it's side. Beings could be seen milling about on the landform. His eyes followed the sea stack's face and came upon a bridge created by a small connecting landform. This was new to him. He leaned outward, craning his neck to see that there had been a boardwalk constructed just along the forest's edge for those wishing to enter the settlement. Ben tapped Theresa on the shoulder and pointed outwards. More the likely from an angle she couldn't see very well at her height.

"There's a path leading to that settlement over there." Ben said, moving his finger to point at the sea stack. He then set off in the direction of the path. He had some things he wanted to attend to in that place, if he could. He had no idea where he was, but his plans might help keep him alive long enough to get to a place where he did.

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Benedict Kaspin

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Ben's eyes shifted downwards towards the young woman.

She was... taller than most humans. At least, taller than most of the female gender of those that were once her captors.

But she still so... Small.

She was speaking now. Asking him about himself. He rumbled some and smoke puffed out of his nostrils angrily. He shook his head and puffed against.

"Used to be an inventor for a tribe. Volunteered to be sold into slavery to preserve our way of life. Taken from home and worked for years. Saved money over time. Bought my own freedom. Tried sailing home." Ben said, giving the short version of his life. There were good things about his experience, especially from the place he once called home and even from his time as a slave. But he still didn't like talking about it. Well, he didn't like talking much at all. Theresa probably wouldn't want to know his whole life story start to finish anyways.

"I... dont like talking about it. Just... not a fun tale to tell." he said, giving her the best reassuring smile he could give her. He wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't her that was putting him off as much as it was just him. The smile vanished almost as quickly as it appeared though. Something about his own pride got in the way of him holding it out any longer. This woman had asked about him, and she was the first person to do that since... well, for a very long time. But he still couldn't bring himself to really open up to her. He shook his head again and blinked. He didn't like retelling his tale of weakness. Yeah, that was it. At least, that's what Ben told himself.

He looked down at her again. He couldn't get over the color of her hair. Red, like his fire and wild like the forests of his home. Ben breathed in the air around him and was instantly taken by the smells of the forest around him. The water and trees and the animals living amongst them. But he could also smell the sea. In fact, he could really smell the sea. His followed his nose some and found that it was pointing him downwards.

"You smell like the sea." Benedict stated. He had been surrounded by salt water enough for the past several days to know exactly how that smelt. He doubted he'd ever forget it now. "...Where are you from, Theresa?"

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Yeah, I dont really want any part of it. It was an innocent mistake on my part since I was on my phone. I am sorry for that, but I still support @SepticGentleman on his stance in the matter even if I'm not going to take any action against @Cuccoruler.

Cucc, you are welcome to keep your character here. But, at the same time, you have to realize that your character will suffer the consequences of her actions. Ben is not a nice guy, and in this situation he's really on edge. Some fairly flying up to his face and bombarding him with questions randomly while he has fire in his throat is a great way to get incinerated or eviscerated.

Or worse.

I understand that there is also a lack of experience in her part, but instinctual caution almost always overpowers instinctual curiosity. And when it doesn't, natural selection occurs.

The ball is in your court, my friend. If you want to work out an interaction of some kind, then I'd recommend having your character come to ours in a different approach. You have severely limited the options I have for my character that will still portray him correctly as a character with your character's current approach. None of them are beneficial for her health.

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@Cuccoruler

I mean to be fair she just flew up to a dude who's resting bitch face looks like this:



If you want I could go back and edit in a reaction. But it'd probably be him eating her.

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D-Did I just get ignored?

@UrbanEvolution
@SepticGentleman

@Cuccoruler

Was posting on phone. I didn't even see your post lol

Undiscovery

Benedict Kaspin

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Ben visibility relaxed when she stated that the horns were not belonging to her, and the red under his scales petered out as the fire in his throat died. He looked to her sword, then back to her.

"I wont hurt you." he stated. He understood she might not trust him. That was okay. He wouldn't trust him either if he were in her position. He lifted his hands, palms facing her, to show that he did not have any weaponry besides tooth and claw. He listened to her speak. She had sailed here with purpose. To explore and gain information. He had heard of people who did similar things in his time as a slave, but he never met one in person. At least not until now.

"Not from here," Ben replied, prodding a few of the logs with a stick. "Washed ashore myself just recently."

She was looking for settlements. So this place was settled some? There was some civilization? Or at least tribes that might be willing to help them? Ben liked the sound of that. He had the strength and size to do the work of ten men himself, and he could find a job out of that. Maybe save some to build a shit and start his way home. Get some food in his belly and mead down his throat. That sounded all too nice at this moment.

It seemed their interests were aligned at the moment.

"We could find one together," Ben said, shifting his weight to his side and pushing himself up. She was small. Much smaller than he was. His leg was thicker than her torso easily. "Safety in numbers."

He looked to her and shifting uncomfortably, unaware of human customs in term of introduction. He looked to the fire and swept it out with his massive tail.

"My name is Quidelcuetzpalli. Means fire lizard where I come from." Ben stated. "Man who bought me... Named me Ben. Easier to say. Not sure of the meaning."

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Benedict Kaspin

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Ben's eyes snapped open at the sound of a billowing horn. He wasn't a stranger to the sound, but it put him on edge. In his tribe, the guards used it to signify a battle. An act of war.

His eyes turned very quickly to the side to face his company. A woman. Human by the looks of it. Average height. Athletic build. She had a sword. Nothing he hadn't seen before. But she had... Strikingly red hair. The only ones he had seen were powdered wigs worn by the wealthy and nobles in the few glimpses he'd had of them when he wasn't shoveling horse shit.

He breathed inward, fire building in his throat and lighting up the cracks under the larger scales on his neck. But he did not release it. Not yet.

He knew how to speak basic human speech. At least the dialect he had heard spoken by his previous owners. He knew there were many more languages spoken by humans, but if he didnt try and that horn was blown by a warlord due to his presence and this girl was one of that warlord's warriors... Well, he could end up dead.

"That horn yours?" He said in his booming, deep voice. He was surprised by the perfect syntax of his words. He couldn't speak that well.

"I dont mean to intrude on your land, if it's yours."

There is was again. That art of grammar. It flowed off his tongue like his native language.

Strange.

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Benedict Kaspin

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When Benedict washed up on his stupid dingy, he was salty.

Literally and figuratively.

Literally in that he was covered with seawater, and figuratively in that he was pissed. He had come this far only to get stuck on go knows fucking where with nothing but his gun and an animal skin backpack.

There were streaks of sand that had been turned into glass across the sea shore, along with tracks and stomp marks left behind by his frantically moving feet. He needed to let off some steam and at the time, destroying shit seemed to be the most viable option of doing so.

He was also cold. Cold and salty. Salty because of the things already mentioned. Cold because sea water was cold.

And so here he was, collecting shitty kindling and logs wherever he could. He was born and raised in the wilds. It was no stranger to him. But this land was. He didn't know what type of wood burned best or if there were certain properties to certain types of plants that meant you shouldn't burn them. Like poisonous gas or... getting you stoned. That had happened more than a few times, where he came from.

When Benedict finally arranged a few stones around a makeshift fire pit there under a stupid little rocky outcrop in the middle of the woods to keep the fire from spreading he found that none of the wood he had burnt so far had killed him or gotten him fucked up. That was a plus.

As the fire grew to a mature flame, Benedict took a deep breath and tried to focus on calming himself over getting even more worked up about this whole mess. He sat down in front of the fire in a kneeling position and began to meditate. To warm his body and to steady his mind. He would no doubt have to deal with the mess he had gotten himself into. But he would do that later. For now... one step at a time.

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I just spray painted my cake and it tastes like burning.

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Benedict Kaspin

MARKED BY THE VIGILS

A native turned slave from a land similar to colonial America who was an inventor from a tribe of fire breathing Saurians. Torn from his home and shipped across the sea to an unfamiliar land where he worked for his freedom. With no way of getting home, he hijacked a ship for any chance of surviving the sea. And so, after hitting a storm, he washed up here.

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[Picture coming later]

Grogg

A fucking bone wielding caveman who was frozen in ice that floated to the continent. Surprisingly well tempered for someone who isn't potty trained.