cranboggles
Junior Member
@StoneWolf18
The pierced Brood takes you to the stairwell and unfurls her wings to full length. You hadn't realized until now she'd been making a conscious effort to make them smaller, to fit better into the close crowded space. Her relief at being able to stretch out is plain on her face.
“If you got upstairs and back already you probably have some idea how this works.” She winks and opens her arms for you to hold onto. “Don't worry, I won't bust you for snooping around before your time. You're not the first and pro'lly won't be the last. I did some of that sneaking when I was fresh too. I'd say it's a sign you're cut out for great things once you're blooded. Then again things weren't half as strict when I was a fledgling.”
Flying with this girl is a lot surer than with Goose. She's more practiced, more self-assured. She points you towards Dhalion's, as if you needed the direction, but she can't stay long.
“Gotta get back with the rest. Not everyday they let someone like me show off to the newbies. I'm not really good with kids.” She doesn't look any older than seventeen, though that doesn't mean much anymore. “I'm sure you'll be ever to figure stuff out on your own from here, and if you need anything,” She jabs a thumb towards herself. “Ask for Vulture.”
As much the Brood is hiding, as many of them seem determined to impede your investigating, you have come across some who genuinely seem to want to help you. Vulture doesn't even seem to consider that you won't join her ranks, as if it weren't even a possibility. They all say the choice is inevitably yours, yet they have such faith that you'll choose them.
Vulture especially seems to see something in you, something familiar to her that strengthens her certainty. As if reading your mind, she stops before leaving and rolls up her pant leg to reveal a nimble metal prosthetic tucked into her sneaker.
She shoots you a crooked smile and says, “I've got your back.”
@Yoruko Katsumi
You walk carefully into the dark. For a while there seems to be nothing, but the further you go the more your eyes acclimate to the darkness and the less empty the place seems. You hear a noise, humming and grinding like the cogs of a machine.
It's hard to trace the sound. It almost seems to be coming from everywhere at once, but that's probably just an echo. The more you walk, the louder it gets, until you're right upon it. Quite literally. You nearly trip over the source, a machine not much larger than a microwave oven, one of them at least. The impact causes the machine to hiccup and spark, but it must knock something back into place because then a single lightbulb overhead flickers into life.
The clunky geometric outlines of the generators become visible. There must be half a dozen of them in this room alone. Individually a portable generator such as these could power a house for maybe a week tops if you used the power sparingly, which explains why there are so many and why electric light is used so sparingly in the Nest. Some of them are in poor repair, spitting a few tiny sparks and they sap up their last drops of fuel, but they're hanging on.
This close it's hard to ignore the smell of fumes, but clean air whistles through a door to your right, making it possible to breath. Still, probably shouldn't inhale this stuff too long. Ahead there is another opening which is cold to the touch. One of these passages has to lead to the way out.
@WaffleReaper
Redtail flies off. The hunter wastes no time leaping into the fray. She doesn't even question the idea, though she also doesn't immediately make to off you. Whether she's trying to give you a fighting chance or just toying with you, it's an advantage, no matter how small, not to take lightly.
You draw your knife. If the hunter objects to you bringing out a weapon she doesn't show it. You try to go for the wings, and narrowly miss, though you clip a few feathers with your attempt. Your opponent seems mildly surprised you were even able to get that close.
You try your flute with a much greater success. The effect hits her much harder than it did with Goose, despite her guard being up. She staggers and tries to clear her head, but she's at your mercy. This is your chance! With knife in hand, there is dangerous potential in this situation.
The pierced Brood takes you to the stairwell and unfurls her wings to full length. You hadn't realized until now she'd been making a conscious effort to make them smaller, to fit better into the close crowded space. Her relief at being able to stretch out is plain on her face.
“If you got upstairs and back already you probably have some idea how this works.” She winks and opens her arms for you to hold onto. “Don't worry, I won't bust you for snooping around before your time. You're not the first and pro'lly won't be the last. I did some of that sneaking when I was fresh too. I'd say it's a sign you're cut out for great things once you're blooded. Then again things weren't half as strict when I was a fledgling.”
Flying with this girl is a lot surer than with Goose. She's more practiced, more self-assured. She points you towards Dhalion's, as if you needed the direction, but she can't stay long.
“Gotta get back with the rest. Not everyday they let someone like me show off to the newbies. I'm not really good with kids.” She doesn't look any older than seventeen, though that doesn't mean much anymore. “I'm sure you'll be ever to figure stuff out on your own from here, and if you need anything,” She jabs a thumb towards herself. “Ask for Vulture.”
As much the Brood is hiding, as many of them seem determined to impede your investigating, you have come across some who genuinely seem to want to help you. Vulture doesn't even seem to consider that you won't join her ranks, as if it weren't even a possibility. They all say the choice is inevitably yours, yet they have such faith that you'll choose them.
Vulture especially seems to see something in you, something familiar to her that strengthens her certainty. As if reading your mind, she stops before leaving and rolls up her pant leg to reveal a nimble metal prosthetic tucked into her sneaker.
She shoots you a crooked smile and says, “I've got your back.”
@Yoruko Katsumi
You walk carefully into the dark. For a while there seems to be nothing, but the further you go the more your eyes acclimate to the darkness and the less empty the place seems. You hear a noise, humming and grinding like the cogs of a machine.
It's hard to trace the sound. It almost seems to be coming from everywhere at once, but that's probably just an echo. The more you walk, the louder it gets, until you're right upon it. Quite literally. You nearly trip over the source, a machine not much larger than a microwave oven, one of them at least. The impact causes the machine to hiccup and spark, but it must knock something back into place because then a single lightbulb overhead flickers into life.
The clunky geometric outlines of the generators become visible. There must be half a dozen of them in this room alone. Individually a portable generator such as these could power a house for maybe a week tops if you used the power sparingly, which explains why there are so many and why electric light is used so sparingly in the Nest. Some of them are in poor repair, spitting a few tiny sparks and they sap up their last drops of fuel, but they're hanging on.
This close it's hard to ignore the smell of fumes, but clean air whistles through a door to your right, making it possible to breath. Still, probably shouldn't inhale this stuff too long. Ahead there is another opening which is cold to the touch. One of these passages has to lead to the way out.
@WaffleReaper
Redtail flies off. The hunter wastes no time leaping into the fray. She doesn't even question the idea, though she also doesn't immediately make to off you. Whether she's trying to give you a fighting chance or just toying with you, it's an advantage, no matter how small, not to take lightly.
You draw your knife. If the hunter objects to you bringing out a weapon she doesn't show it. You try to go for the wings, and narrowly miss, though you clip a few feathers with your attempt. Your opponent seems mildly surprised you were even able to get that close.
You try your flute with a much greater success. The effect hits her much harder than it did with Goose, despite her guard being up. She staggers and tries to clear her head, but she's at your mercy. This is your chance! With knife in hand, there is dangerous potential in this situation.