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[Closed] Poisoned Utopia| Time: Evening| Weather: Cloudy
Ayara012:
I looked at him.
No. An...acquaintance...of mine told me about them. Apparently, mine left when I was little. I have very little understanding of the concept.
Someone to be responsible to...?
While I was thinking, I heard Shock laughing. I looked up as he spoke again.
We still need to make you some more friends!
At this point in the conversation, I was thoroughly confused. I cocked my head, looking at Shock.
Why?
What's the point?
WhatThePumpkin:
" Why? What's the Point?"
She cocked his head at him. Woah...mood damper
Shock grabbed her shoulders, and throttled her a bit. " C'mon! No one's complete with out friends! You have one so far, so let's get you some more! You'll have more people you can depend on, if the day comes that you need a shoulder to lean on or something."
He smiled, then strutted foreward, striking a familiar pose, with Urlgarg looking like a scarf around his neck for the moment. " Onward march!"
Mr. Fox:
I woke up in the mess hall, Stretching I yawned and jumped fro Shock's shoulder. I went to the nearest table and piled a plate to the point it wouldn't take anymore food, I might be small, but I love my food, then I found a nice quite corner and started to eat. A few moments later Salreth walked up to me and sat down.
"After you finish eating I want to meet you in the combat training hall, don't make me wait to long."
She grabbed a bite of my steak and left as quickly as she came. What did she want from me? I am a scrawny imp with no obvious fighting skills. Putting that aside I dug into my food...
Aquashin:
Very well Axyl, meet me in my quarters when you are ready. As for the rest of you, the stealth portion is complete, and it is time for lunch. Please head to the feast hall once the floor reaches the top. In the evening, you will take a combat course, lead by Archie. He is a capable fighter, and I believe he is the proper choice when it comes to finding your strength.
Axyl nods as she looks at everyone leaving and starts following Wrench as she thinks to herself
"i guess some of these newbies arent half bad... but they realy need more practice if they want to reach my level...the level i train with its forbidden to anyone except for me... since its life threatning..."
she sighs as she walks to Wrench's quarters
GoldenBurr:
Urs had stopped moving after the scent when he felt he was close enough. It was getting stronger even while he was standing still, so he knew it was coming to him. The large bear got down low and waited, eyes and ears on a sharp watch for the sign of his prey. It took a moment but he identified his mark as a growing gleam from the distance. It was moving rather fast, but not fast enough. The bear-man just laid in wait as his target got ever closer, and he was able to make out what exactly his prey was this time.
A large floating machine was trekking along the wastes of the land with it's burden of food. Four men were on this machine as well, of course they were guards or something. All Urs cared to notice about them with the little time he had to analyze was that they were armed. This didn't frighten the bear at all, they depended on machines for their survival. Urs was a body of pure unadulterated talent and power. His weapons would crush any of these humans that dared to defend the load.
The floating machine zoomed by at a running speed, to which Urs had charged off after. Given how he was lying in wait for this exact moment he put on a burst of speed and made the leap. The large mound of muscle and fur landed on the device, which gave a huge wobble from the sudden addition of weight. The men were taken by surprise, and the shaking had even worsened their shock at the ambush. This gave Urs all the time he needed. With a swing of one of those arms he slapped a man off the side of the vehicle which lowered the numbers of the men. With the initial shock gone the remaining two guards were quick to draw their weapons. One had a nasty looking dagger while the other a gun. Urs made a charge for the nearest one, which happened to be gun boy. As a loud bang sounded Urs slammed into the male. He was pressed into the large container and the gun sent rattling out of his hands. That was a second man disarmed, but Urs had taken a bullet to his side. Urs could feel the foreign metal within him, but there was no pain from the intrusion.
The third man came charging in with a yell, bringing his dagger down with as much force he could muster. Urs was wise to pull away, the metal had sliced clean through small amount of flesh it could touch. Was the blade lead? It must be, to have dealt so much damage. The bear instinctively backed away from this mighty threat, eying that dagger and the man wielding it to look for an opening. This man whore himself rather well, against another human an opening in his stance would have been difficult to spot. But Urs wasn't fully human, and as such he didn't have as much worry. He recklessly charged in only to find the man duck out of harm's way. A portion of the container had opened up, a door, which Urs stumbled in seeing as he had too much momentum behind the lunge. He crashed into a pile of crates with the smell of food all around him. The container was dark other than the little light coming from the door that had been opened. But as Urs got up and went to charge through the opening and escape the door shut. He rammed right into the door which was made well enough to take the force.
It took a moment for what just happened to register, but once it did Urs was not at all pleased. He had been trapped, he was a caged animal in this container. He let out an infuriated roar and then slammed into the wall again, having no light to be able to see what he was hitting. He pulled back and charged again, slashing at the metal which only hurt his claws. After a few more rams into the wall did Urs stop, having worn himself ragged with the attempt at escape. He ears perked as he then realized exactly where he was sealed. He was with all the food. The hungry bear-man was famished, and here he was surrounded by food. With an almost childish manner he tore into a nearby box, sniffing around and biting at the contents to test what it was before digging in. Urs had no clue what would happen to him, but at least he had food. His goal was met, he would survive for a while longer.
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