Revision as of 03:48, 10 May 2014

Participants

• Anbessa
• Kori
• Lizzie
• Mackenzie
• Miranai
• Seguro

Date

9/5/2014

Log

She eyes the vulpine moving up, giving a small wave to them with a little grin. "Hey, you get the damn call too or are you some yote bitch out lookin' for shit same as the others?" Her tone was rather jovial to everyone despite the rather crude language, something some took in stride and others hated. It was no matter to her at least.

A somewhat clumsy, and disorganized solar dragon struggles with the sack laden full of scientific instruments mutters under his breath. "Dam it times I told them, field work is not in my contract"

Given there seems to be more than just one human approaching the group... Albiet this one doesn't seem to be marked by any of the groups. Humming softly as he steps forward, the man looks towards Lizzie for a moment before he lets out a chuckle, the silver eyed man quickly turning his attention over towards the figure standing near the fire. Waving for a short moment, the man stands quietly as he observes the others, watching Mackenzie for a moment before he looks towards the Solar Dragon next. His hand comes up to rest upon the over the shoulder strap he has, repositioning the Steyr AUG upon his back for a moment before he lets it be... Pretty quiet, for some reason...

Crater lake? South-central Oregon? This is a very long way from home in the gullet of an extinct volcano. And especially in a national park. None of that past-tense stuff for that. Nanites be damned, the area is still a national park. But why the interest in this place? What made Zephyr send people to the middle of nowhere like this? It certainly wasn't to stargaze.

On that point, that seemed to be what the most recent arrival was doing. Wandering through the brush with eyes to the sky. A large 'felanoid' trying to be mindful of branches overhead (yet ironically not underfoot) getting near the camp and also mumbling. Nothing coherent, just bits and bobs about dull assignments and giving nurses more field work.

The arrival of more people makes the figure look around a bit more closely, "Ahh, more here to learn of the greatness of the First Warrior, the Spreader of Stars. Please, all take a seat. If you are hungry, I have a good amount of roasted rabbit to offer, and the lake is full of clean water." The person says. With all the furs they have on, it is almost impossible to pick out any distiguishing features. Their voice sounds somewhere between an alto and a tenors. "Please, no need for such, colorful phrases child, take a seat in the sands." Poking the fire though, their tone changes a bit, "Humm, though would someone be so kind as to go find some more wood for the fire?" The person asks. "As for why the coyotes come to see me, perhaps they just like my stories?" they say, taking a very long pipe out of a bag before lighting it.

The suit wearing man raises an eyebrow as he listens to the figure, though after a few moments he just looks towards the others. Shrugging, he turns back towards the figure. "I'll get the firewood." The man says plainly, looking about for a moment before he takes a short walk. He is always in view, but he starts his gathering as his assault rifle clatters against his back when he crouches. Must be wearing armor under his suit.

"I brought some shit of my own, got a bottle of mead too if ya want a hit." Lizzie says, eyes flicking from the MRE she had to the rabbit. The chicken scented thing going to be eaten first since it seemed rude to just get some food from there without letting everyone else have a go at the rabbit first. "Just the way I fuckin' talk." She says, staying where she already sat near the fire. Most of the others she didn't recognize, although Anbessa got a little wave of recognition from earlier encounters. "The fuck is it with solar dragons and research. Every god damn one of em."

Seguro Some what fidgeting, turns to the small humanoid before taking a seat " I look forward to hearing your stories"

Seguro Snorts somewhat insulted at lizzie's comment.

Mackenzie nods to Lizzie and stretches a hand 'Dr. Mack, new researcher from the RSX. Also, is a pleasure to met you too...' he says with an air of superiority.% % 'Storys? Well... I have a few scatered across my body...' He says to the figure as it touches the fire, pointing to one of his exposed hieroglyphs. 'So... What do you tell us?' the jackal reverently asks.

Anbessa smiles as he soon enough finds the firewood kindling he needs, turning back to the group as he walks on over. Waving back to Lizzie with his free hand, he takes care to set the dry kindling into the fire. Letting out a sigh, he looks towards Lizzie before he pads on over towards the woman. "Nice to see you again, Lizzie." He says, reaching over to playfully pat the top of the woman's head before he sits right on down, looking towards the figure before he looks towards Mackenzie. "All of us have those kinds of stories." He points out, raising his hand to point to the slash scar upon his cheek. "Though I prefer spoken stories instead of painful memories."

The odd figure gives a nod to Anbessa as he goes off to find more wood for the fire. In the distance though, the sounds of many canines howling, yapping, and calling out echo through the sandy land. "Ahh, tis a wonderful night for stories of the Great Trickster." He says, taking a puff from the pipe and looking around to Kori and Seguro. "It is not too late, you two could still change your minds. It is coming, and when it happens, you will not want to stand against the tides." He says, a look to Mackenzie as well, "We shall start with the story of fire." She continues, "Surely you have heard it before. Of how Coyote saw man and how he battled against the cold and chill, trying to use his poorly developed fur against it. However, he was not able. Coyote took pitty over man, saw his plight." The coyote setting next to the woman starts to wag his tails, "Oh! I love this one!" He says, voice sounding fairly young. The man in the furs continues, "Seeing the plight of man, Coyote looked about for something to keep man warm through the winters, and there, up on a mountain, he found them, creatures guarding the secret of Fire." She takes a long pause, and a long draw from his pipe. "No meed for me think you for the offer though."

Lizzie ignores the snort from Seguro and rolls her eyes at the comment by Mackenzie. At least there were some other people who didn't take things too seriously or sounded rather pompous. "Heya Bessy. Plan is ta smoke us out with kindlin' eh?" She teases back, tearing open her chicken MRE and digging into it with a fork from her pack. "Oh, this one. Ain't this the story from back over just fuckin' east of fairhaven in that damn camp? Neat fuckin' story and weird ass visions ya get through that. Might as well hear it again."

Seguro Looking somewhat puzzled as the dragon join the rest of the group "Could elaborate on what you meaning? Your response was cryptic?"

Kori catches earful of a lot of profanity as shi gets into the firelight. It pulled hir away from stargazing with how much of it was being used by one person. And the story too got hir a little off put. "Can we keep the profanity to a minimum? We're not angry sailors here. And I find these stories somewhat dubious at the moment. Trickster gods... Can't say they can be trusted or not. Logic circles are everywhere with them."

As Lizzie talks about already knowing this story, the figure gives a slight nod of her head. "Ah, perhaps you would like to finish it then? I do not mind, would you care for the pipe as well?" He asks, as he pulls a hand over to pet on the coyote a bit more. While waiting for for Lizzie's answer though, and glances to Seguro. Even when looking directly at someone, it is hard to tell with the wrinkled face and large hood who, or what even, this person could be. "You have picked the wrong side, at least you look much as if you have, but it is not yet too late, for any of you, but soon, soon it maybe. It is going to happen, and you won't want to be still on the wrong side." She says.

A slight nod over to Anbessa as well, "Thank you child, it was very helpful of you."

"You may have figured out my plan, but I still will take over the earth, silly Lizzie... And no problem at all." Anbessa responds in kind, sticking his toungetip out at the human woman before he returns his attention towards the man covered in furs, letting out a chuckle at the younger 'yote's excited response. Nodding his head in agreement with Lizzie, he reaches up to scratch behind his head. "I did that too... The people there were really nice, though the visions were a bit..." He looks downward towards his right hand, frowning as he rests his left atop of it. "... Vivid." Gripping at air for a moment, he soon enough just returns his attention towards the man. "Plus, I hang around enough 'yotes that I have heard the story once in a while from them too... Though, what is... Uh, 'Coming'?" The man asks, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment as he looks up towards the person in the furs, looking towards Kori and Seguro before he looks towards Lizzie... Was the warning directed towards them both as well?

Mackenzie chuckles "Actually the story is unknow by me till now... But it looks like an old tale I heard long ago... 'He stole the fire from the gods and spread it bless across the worlds'... Good story too' his hands adjusting his white lab coat before he sita on the sand 'I am a acquainted with gods... One of them tried to turn me into his servant...'

Seguro Waves a claw " oh no, I 'm quite happy in the service of the solar Lord, he as dental plain and 401(k)"

Lizzie chuckles at Anbessa and reaches over to hake the pipe, puffing on the end of it and calming herself. It would take every bit of effort to keep her swearing to the minimum but it was a myth that was rather interesting to tell. "Sure, I'll tell the damn story. Just correct me where I get things wrong and all that." She puffs on the pipe and blows the smoke toward the fire, letting it twist in the eddies of heat and current as if to draw the listener into the story itself.

"Long ago, before nanites, before cities, when man had just come into the world and was one of the happiest bastards of all. Those were the days of spring brushing through the reeeds, children ripening with blueberries in the summer, goldenrod blooming in autumn haze." She blows another line of smoke through the fire at the word haze to make it dance in the darkness there. "But autumn evenings grew more chill and the sun was showin' itself for shorter periords of time."

Anbessa perks up as he listens to Lizzie's story, glancing towards the pipe for a short moment before he looks back up to the human woman. Smiling, he starts to smile as he tries to recount his personal experience with the story... Though he pauses as he grips his right hand again, wincing with a small bit of phantom pain going through him before he shakes his head, looking towards Mackenzie, then towards Seguro... Raising an eyebrow at the solar dragon. "I think you can't turn in a 401k after the apocalypse... And nanites don't let our teeths rot." He points out, scratching behind his head before he looks back towards Lizzie, listening quietly.

Sitting back to listen to Lizzie now tell the story, the unusual person seems to lighten up slightly. Pulling a cup from her pack, he scoops up some water from the lake to drink it. "You tell it well child, please do continue." he says, before looking over to Seguro, next to Anbessa, "They are come children, and you should listen to the stories of old, for they may come to save you today. The mighty dragon of the sun is indeed a force to be reconned with, as is the Lord of the Afterlife, and the Divine Mother, but The First Warrior will be here anytime now, and I will stand by him. As should you all." He says, "Now, listen to His stories." Looking once more to Lizzie.

Kori coughs, not really interested in the story. So many variations of it and its all roughly the same in the end, just different in presentation. But being more polite than to interrupt the story for those who do care to listen, shi deicdes to mumble hir responce to the hooded man, whoever he is. "What 'side' I'm on doesn't matter. I am, for the moment, a neutral in the extraplanar affairs of the ancient gods. Besides, I didn't choose this, it chose me. Family heritage, as it was explained. And the perk of being able to shut down my female reproductive organs on a whim is better than having to take pills to prevent pregnancy."