The Accursed Island [Closed]

[cityship]

Planet Designation: Forcellia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous.
Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.

Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.

The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.

In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.

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[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

He nods. He'd have signed up for this anyway, but the idea of bringing his world back...that means they aren't really gone, doesn't it? Not while there's hope. His Saturday morning cartoons have instilled that much in him, at least.

"Would you do it if you were ridin' solo, Red? If it was just you and the rest of those peeps out there on the other side?"

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

She had thought about it before. Specially with all that's happened, her memories of the first days on the ship. The agony and pain of knowing what happened and that empty feeling of being alone...

But she'd had been in lonely despair before... one of her darkest times. And something inside her told her to continue then so...

"I would... It would be much much harder, I'll say that much. But I would continue pressin' forward, if not for me than for everyone else, for those at risk of going through the same pain I had to go through."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

He pauses for a bit, then nods. "I figure it's like, the ultimate, you know? The most boss reason we could have to take these mofos out. The way I see it, they got all our homies hostage. It's the dopest rescue mission."

But he sees a trace of sadness on Ronnae's face, and reaches a hand over to pat her shoulder. "It's okay, boo."

Punchy's so cute X3

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

She nods in agreement, a smile on her face. "It is. And the more we put our minds, heart and bodies into it, the better our chances yanno? Can't go into this halfhearted."

And then he comforted her, making her face instantly blush but she smiled appreciatively. "T-thanks."

Re: Punchy's so cute X3

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Word up." He finds that he does feel a little better, having talked to her. She is right, after all. They'll do better next time.

He pulls her close in a friendly hug. "Nah, thanks to you, shawty."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae's caught off guard by the hug, making the girl blush, but otherwise, she smiles, returning the gesture with a warm hug of her own.

"A-anytime. Ya know where ta find me if ya need ta talk or jus' hang kay? Now get some rest, it'll be another day tomorrow and we'll n-need ta be on our best."