Jan 12, 2014 1:53:51 GMT -6
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Post by Conrad De Lune on Jan 6, 2014 3:11:22 GMT -6
Conrad was a rather simple person. He didn't need much in life, aside from a nice amount of light. Especially when he was down in the darkness, digging in the dirt. That was when the light was the best. But being above ground and relaxing for a few moments wasn't so bad either. That was why he was sitting out here, makeshift fishing rod in hand. He didn't know the first thing about fishing, of course, but it was never to late to start picking something up. Perhaps he would get good at it.
But the wait was killing him. When would he get his first bite? It had been a while already and there hadn't been so much as a nibble. Maybe the water in this river was too strong for the fish? He reeled the line back in and looked at the rusted hook. Maybe the fish didn't like the taste of the metal... Or maybe they were afraid of touching it because of the rust.
"I'll have to buy a nicer hook when I get the chance," he muttered to himself before wrapping the line around the pole. He sighed in defeat and set the rod down, laying down to look up at the sun. His wings twitched in discomfort under his weight, but he ignored them and shut his eyes, slowly dozing off.
The next time he opened them, he saw someone. They looked rather familiar. Had he seen them around the worksite? Or had it been around town? He couldn't quite remember. But he was sure that he'd seen their face somewhere.
"It's nice out today, isn't it?" He muttered as he slow sat himself upright once more. "I don't know about you, but I could sit out here all day and enjoy it." He offered a bright smile. |
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Jan 7, 2014 11:04:01 GMT -6
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Post by RAKEL THE SMILE on Jan 7, 2014 11:04:01 GMT -6
SHE watches the moth quietly, her gaze solid and unsettling behind her glasses; she watches the moth and lets her fingers curl into her palms slowly, creaking joint by creaking joint (not like her sister scarred by burns). Rakel the Smile lets herself lean forward slowly, lets her fingers slip across the rocks she leans by, where she crouches, disguised by her clothing, the cloak that settles around her body.
Before she moves, she looks at him, at his wrists, and she sees the band; her eyes narrow to dark little slits there behind her glasses and Rakel the Smile stands with a flurry of cloak and a raise of one hand. She will not allow herself speech, not now (though few have heard her speak, and the las to hear was the old leader and he is at the bottom of some crevice, long turned to bones), so her head tilts and she strides forward as Conrad closes his eyes. The smile on her painted face is small and barely noticeable, but he sees her, and he is not scared.
This amuses Rakel, and so she does as her name declares, and smiles a little more, lets her lips stretch oh so slightly; her movement takes her down upon her knee, her fingers upon her other one, her eyes settled upon his. He speaks, and she just lets herself smile some more, lets her lips work up into a sly little grin.
Without speaking, she reaches out, and the swords on her back jangle as she brushes down, lets her fingers circle the wristband, stroke across it, and she taps upon his name, then quirks an eyebrow. What is he doing on this side of the conflict? She could use a strong fellow like him.
The thought makes her smile.
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Jan 11, 2014 14:43:14 GMT -6
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Post by ROSE CAMERON on Jan 7, 2014 18:49:32 GMT -6
Rose knew she needed a break when she had sat up and heard a couple cricks when she rolled her neck. When she had stood up, she had stretched and felt her spine pop one vertebrae at a time. The sides of her pinkie and her middle finger were hard and sore from being pressed against paper for so long, so Rose found herself outside and in the light, pink sunglasses on to protect her eyes.
The air outside wasn't that refreshing, but she took it over the stale, moldy stink of her room. "I need to clean that dump. It's so damn nasty," Rose sighed, glancing off to the side. The river was even nastier but why was she walking toward it? Maybe it was because she could see a familiar figure?
It had to be Conrad. Rose knew no other moth that was a hulking mass and tall for no real reason. She smiled a little. He meant well. Was he trying to fish? She picked up her pace, nosy. Conrad fishing sounded like a saga of its own.
"Hey, Con," she called, a smile playing on her lips -- but her smile left as quickly as it came when saw the other figure, unfamiliar. She thought it was another figure. It was moving. Her walk slowed to a stop and she stood and watched, the smell of river water and dirt hitting her senses and her antennae twitching in the wind. She watched. She could hear Conrad's voice as he talked to the other person, but that was it. Rose frowned and jogged over to the two.
"Good grief, Con, you better not get yourself in trouble," Rose mumbled. By the time she had made it to Conrad's size, the other person -- a woman with the creepiest smile, Rose noticed, was inspecting his wrist. Rose slowed down next to Conrad and put a hand on her hip. "Hey," she called, "what's up, you two?" Rose scratched at her own wrist, right underneath the bracelet. What was this woman doing? Making sure Con was a registered caver? This wasn't the Primaries. Rose frowned and moved a little closer to Con, as if she could protect him if danger suddenly seemed imminent.
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Post by Conrad De Lune on Jan 7, 2014 23:28:38 GMT -6
Conrad blinked up at her as her smile grew. At first he hadn’t felt afraid—perhaps it was because of the daze he had woken up in—but now he could feel a strange fear creep up his spine. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, but he could feel his body tense as the woman reached towards him. He was tempted to pull away, to run, but something about her stopped him.
The moment she taps his wristband he understands. He understands what is so unnerving about this woman. He understands why he should be—rightfully—afraid. Most of those in the exploration sector knew of the Smile and her following. He had heard many stories about them. Had a little bit of experience with them from the last time they had targeted the sector. However, something about this woman was different from the rest of them.
“I don’t want to get myself involved in the battles between the Silent Ones and the Avatar. I have two elderly parents at home and I can’t afford to leave them,” Conrad explained. He tripped over a few of the words as he spoke, but he didn’t allow the eye contact to break. He needed her to understand that his words were sincere—although something inside him had stirred at the thought of fighting for a better life for his family.
Conrad couldn’t begin to describe how relieved he was when Rose came over towards them. He could have kissed the ground at her feet. But at the same time it worried him more. If the Silent Ones were coming, surely they would sweep Rose into all of this as well. He dreaded that thought. If something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. After all, she was his first—proper—friend.
“Not much,” he answered, forcing a smile. His wings twitched and he tugged on the ends of his scarf before continuing. A familiar pain in his stomach grew as he looked from the woman to Rose. What should he say? Surely this woman had already seen the band around Rose’s wrist. She had to know that Rose was a registered Caver.
He took a deep breath before asking, “How about some fishing? I’m sure I’ll catch something this time!” He needed to break up the tension here somehow. Of course, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing it. He didn’t have any bait. At best he could probably catch a rock… Or a piece of a child that had drowned further up the river. |
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