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[OPEN] The City of Adventure
WHO: Dejah Thoris, her dwarf dragon and YOU!
WHAT: A) Exploring the jungle, searching for a ruin, or B) returning from a hike back at the trading post.
WHEN: ??
WHERE: City of Adventure
NOTES/WARNINGS: Will be added as necessary.
Option A: After so long living on a desert planet, the jungles of this place hold an irresistible lure for Dejah. So much life. So much biological complexity. And the hint of mysteries long undiscovered lurk in the thick underbrush. She's far better equipped for exploring today. A machete makes a far better companion than her sword, and she's exchanged her usual sandals for high boots. She's lucky the local mosquitoes are put off by her copper-based blood. That doesn't stop them from taking the odd taste.
Above her, a sleek blue shape is wedged in the Y of a tree. Reyjun, her dwarf dragon, follows her progress, snacking on some kind of tropical fruit with leisurely enthusiasm. She pauses in chopping at the underbrush to wipe the sweat out of her eyes and check her coordinates. She can hear the contented smacking of lips from a nearby tree.
"Are you enjoying yourself up there?"
Reyjun answers with an imperious sound. "WonnnnK." That would mean, Yes, yes I am!
She laughs, unfolding her map. "Good, I'm glad."
Option B: The sun is just setting as she returns to the trading post. Reyjun has resumed his normal post, draped around her shoulders, wings beating slowly in the heat. The evening breeze cools them both. She pauses to refill her canteen at the pump, and then heads inside.
WHAT: A) Exploring the jungle, searching for a ruin, or B) returning from a hike back at the trading post.
WHEN: ??
WHERE: City of Adventure
NOTES/WARNINGS: Will be added as necessary.
Option A: After so long living on a desert planet, the jungles of this place hold an irresistible lure for Dejah. So much life. So much biological complexity. And the hint of mysteries long undiscovered lurk in the thick underbrush. She's far better equipped for exploring today. A machete makes a far better companion than her sword, and she's exchanged her usual sandals for high boots. She's lucky the local mosquitoes are put off by her copper-based blood. That doesn't stop them from taking the odd taste.
Above her, a sleek blue shape is wedged in the Y of a tree. Reyjun, her dwarf dragon, follows her progress, snacking on some kind of tropical fruit with leisurely enthusiasm. She pauses in chopping at the underbrush to wipe the sweat out of her eyes and check her coordinates. She can hear the contented smacking of lips from a nearby tree.
"Are you enjoying yourself up there?"
Reyjun answers with an imperious sound. "WonnnnK." That would mean, Yes, yes I am!
She laughs, unfolding her map. "Good, I'm glad."
Option B: The sun is just setting as she returns to the trading post. Reyjun has resumed his normal post, draped around her shoulders, wings beating slowly in the heat. The evening breeze cools them both. She pauses to refill her canteen at the pump, and then heads inside.
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The wonder too has become a little lost with these insects. Although his own blood is no more pleasing, he hasn't enough familiarity with these to determine that only small itching is ideal. He has begun to pout.
A strange noise sounds in the distance. He should've brought his clubs. He has no idea what beasts lurk out here. But then he hears a voice as well, and he calls, "Hello? Might I find mother fuckin ally here?"
I am entirely canon blind! Please bear with.
"Over here!" He can hear the concern in her voice. "Call out. Are you injured?"
She unsheathes her machete and heads towards the voice, hacking and slashing as she goes.
Totally cool! it's an awful canon anyway...
"No! I have merely found myself to be lost!" He pauses, then adds, "And somewhat itching by means of these creatures."
He keeps walking forward until greenery falls before him and he halts with a; "Whoa!"
A thirteen year old, horned, grey skinned boy in makeup blinks on up at her.