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The Flame of Kamura
(Aight, here's the starter. as mentioned in the discord, goal is to get everyone to team up quickly so we can progress plot)
(Artist: Sean vo)
The Crystal City was quite large and advanced, considering the state of things, but it just attributed to the influence the Crystal Tiger had. It was cold, as it was everywhere, but somehow greenhouses still managed to grow food. Blaise watched from his spot on the cargo train headed into the city, watching as the barren frozen landscape swept past, then the outer agricultural ring of the Crystal City, then finally arriving in the Trade and Commerce sector. He remembered his posse, remembered hitching rides on trains back home, how it had just been all fun then...
There was no fun hitching a ride on this train.
He glanced back at his new rag-tag group, a weird blue jackal thing, he forgot its name, a long-haired guy a little older than him, Near was his name? Then there was the weirdly-dressed lady, Song was her name or something like that. It was then the realization that his memory really was absolutely terrible, maybe Beau really was wrong about him being smart.
Beau... He missed her. After being separated during that earthquake from the rest of the posse, he didn't know what to do. He needed to find them, assuming they were still alive after that.
But what if they weren't? Maybe he should just jump off the train and let it run him over...
A soft sigh was the only indication of what was going on in his head.
Za'kir padded quickly through the streets with his strange new companions in tow, looking for a place to set up a little shop, earn some coin while they were here. Except it seemed that currency wasn't widely available, or at least used. Rather people traded goods for other goods.
After nearly getting stepped on for the fifth time that day, Za'kir weighed his options. Jump onto the shoulder of the walking beehive known as Leo, or the other tall man that didn't seem to have a real name.
Despite trusting Leo a bit more, the thought of being stung or covered in honey wasn't appealing. Instead, he scaled up to Doomguy's shoulder.
"Take Za'kir to a place he can set up shop, yes?"
(Artist: Sean vo)
The Crystal City was quite large and advanced, considering the state of things, but it just attributed to the influence the Crystal Tiger had. It was cold, as it was everywhere, but somehow greenhouses still managed to grow food. Blaise watched from his spot on the cargo train headed into the city, watching as the barren frozen landscape swept past, then the outer agricultural ring of the Crystal City, then finally arriving in the Trade and Commerce sector. He remembered his posse, remembered hitching rides on trains back home, how it had just been all fun then...
There was no fun hitching a ride on this train.
He glanced back at his new rag-tag group, a weird blue jackal thing, he forgot its name, a long-haired guy a little older than him, Near was his name? Then there was the weirdly-dressed lady, Song was her name or something like that. It was then the realization that his memory really was absolutely terrible, maybe Beau really was wrong about him being smart.
Beau... He missed her. After being separated during that earthquake from the rest of the posse, he didn't know what to do. He needed to find them, assuming they were still alive after that.
But what if they weren't? Maybe he should just jump off the train and let it run him over...
A soft sigh was the only indication of what was going on in his head.
Za'kir padded quickly through the streets with his strange new companions in tow, looking for a place to set up a little shop, earn some coin while they were here. Except it seemed that currency wasn't widely available, or at least used. Rather people traded goods for other goods.
After nearly getting stepped on for the fifth time that day, Za'kir weighed his options. Jump onto the shoulder of the walking beehive known as Leo, or the other tall man that didn't seem to have a real name.
Despite trusting Leo a bit more, the thought of being stung or covered in honey wasn't appealing. Instead, he scaled up to Doomguy's shoulder.
"Take Za'kir to a place he can set up shop, yes?"
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