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Name: Mitra
Age: 16
Gender: female
Mutation: Merlin (a type of falcon)
Weapon(S): A small sword, plus her claws
Personality: Slightly squeamish about fighting/blood, though she's not afraid to defend herself; sassy; mostly friendly but keeps to herself
Appearance: Dark gray wings on her shoulders; her hands are slightly scaly and yellowish, with small though sharp claws on her fingertips; wears jeans and a loose black t-shirt, and light ankle-high boots
Special powers/abilities: Very sharp vision, can fly and summon a little fire
Background(optional): nothing that I can think of now
Other: She plays the flute and is usually humming a random song
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I have another one.
Name: Ben
Age: 15-ish
Gender: male
Mutation: Cheetah
Weapon(S): two daggers
Personality: Diplomatic, indecisive, he rarely has a strong opinion, but can be very stubborn when he does
Appearance: Pale, yellowish skin with dark spots scattered around, blond hair, sharp teeth that are just bordering on fangs, rounded ears on top of head
Special powers/abilities: Very fast and agile
Other: nope
Oh, and changing Mitra’s sheet:
Powers: Sharp eyesight, can fly and see in the dark
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Nice charries, MoonKitten.
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Thank you!
(Sorry, it isn't too late to join, right?)
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Of course not, MoonKitten! You're welcome to join!
Karen~
After swiping the spiderlike creature over the edge, Logan and I shift back to humanoids and peer at it. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, we hear a shriek.
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME, I DESPISE SPIDERS!" I glance towards the base of the cliff, where three other mutants stand.
The spider mutant turns and stares at them. "Well, that's not very nice," she hisses in a distorted and lisping, but distinctively female voice. She turns back to us. "It wasn't nice to push me, either. I didn't do anything to you."
I growl threateningly, but Logan steps forward and nods to the spider. "You're right," he says. "We're sorry." He looks at me meaningfully, but I shake my head. The spider starts to climb down the cliff, ignoring the hysterical screeching of one of the mutants below.
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~Mitra
I circle slowly on the warm updrafts rising from the desert wasteland, searching for wet. Anything wet. I frown as I hear a shriek. Almost subconciously, my gray-feathered wings tilt slightly, and I'm soaring towards the noise.
I squint against the glare of the setting sun, and see a cliff. There are other mutants at the top and bottom, and one climbing near the top. I've almost never seen so many in one place. Staying high enough to keep out of their line of sight, I fly closer cautiously. They don't seem to be fighting. Maybe it's safe to show myself. But it's never been safe to show myself. Still. I can't stay on my own forever. Can I? I can always fly away if things get bad…
Before I can change my mind, I dive, swooping up and landing near the top of the cliff. A she-wolf mutant's ears prick up, and she whirls around, snarling. "Who are you? How'd you get here?" My hand drifts to my sword, and she growls deep in her throat.
"I'm Mitra. I came from up there," I tell her, pointing to the sky.
She raises her eyebrows. I spread my wings.
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Logan~
Karen narrows her eyes. She doesn't look like she trusts the bird mutant, but then she doesn't trust anyone. Muted squeals come from the base of the cliff, along with the irritated voices and sibilant hiss of the other mutants, including the spider one. Apparently they're trying to calm down the scared mutant, although the spider mutant's presence likely isn't helping. My thoughts return to the standoff in front of me, where Karen has stepped forward threateningly. I bite my lip, allowing her a chance to have a peaceful conversation for once, but prepared to step in to prevent a fight if necessary.
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Caleb
I can't believe my eyes. Another spider. This one is faster than the other's I'd met today, and it decided to run right towards me. Bad move. "Dante! Get him!" I yelled, and Dante releases a small blast of fire from his skull that shoots right at the spider. When it gets in contact, a second passes, and… BOOM. The spider explodes from the inside out, releasing green goo all over me. Gross. I pet Dante, and we both hop into my makeshift car. We are driving peacefully fro a while, across the long-abandoned road, when my gas starts to run low. And, to make matters worse, our car ran out of gas right near some other people. Are they… talking? I quietly hop out of the car, and Dante does the same. "Shhh. Let's see if we can sneak up on them." We sneakily climb up the cliffs, and reach a spot right above them. "Look, Dante." I whisper. "It's some of those spider-loving scavengers. And what do we do to spider-loving scavengers?" Dante almost grins. "We kill them." Pushing my leg from the cliff, I launch myself right in the middle of them, taking them by surprise. Quickly, I run at the spider, and stab my axe right into one of it's arms, cutting it off. "NO!" I hear. One of the other scavangers leaps at me, tackling me to the ground. I spot Dante, knocked out on the ground. All the other scavengers gather around me, and the one who tackled me gets thrown off. "That's enough, Logan." One of the scavengers looks directly at me. "Who are you?"
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Wow, okay. Assuming the spider that just lost an arm is Silvia, could we just say Caleb sliced it open to the bone? I don't know that we need any severed limbs this early on /nm
also sorry about the shortness of this post, I'm a little tied down with schoolwork
Silvia~
I was only trying to get the white fox to shut up. And this fishy idiot flashes in and slices open my arm. The pain almost makes me black out, but I force my eyes open and pay attention. Passing out in a group of complete strangers would put me in a state of vulnerability that I'd like to avoid. I painfully move behind the male wolf mutant. Since he attacked the attacker, he seems my best bet for protection at the moment.
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So I had the idea that Caleb ends up repearing Silvia's arm later.
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He can do that? Hmm. Alright that's okay. Then my post would be the same, just with her arm completely off lol
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Hey, I'm really sorry (especially considering I've yet to even post), but I'm gonna have to drop out.
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Oof. Well, bye then
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Ives's POV:
Well, you would't believe what happened today.
I woke up in my treehouse at the junkyard, right?
So naturally, I began my morning routine of clearing the sand that seeped into my shelter overnight. The usual, right?
Then I decided to go on a walk to see if I can find anything to bring back to the junkyard (No, I'm not a racoon mutant, it's just part of my natural personality.), right?
It was going to be a peaceful walk, correct?
Wrong.
That is so incredibly wrong.
I walked for five minutes, heard some people talking, and went to say 'Hi!".
I didn't see a great chance to cut in, so I just stood by.
Eventually more mutants started to show up, apparently not seeing me standing to the side.
Then one of the people I was going to talk to had their arm ripped off, aaaand it looked like the group was going to start brawling.
Knowing people die this way, I decided to distract them… by interrupting their conversation.
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"Stop!" I called, walking towards the group.
All heads turned to me.
Shoot. This might of not been the smartest decision I've made.
"Who the heck are you!?"
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So I'm going to assume that they're all at the top of the cliff now, if that's okay with everyone? It's getting confusing…
~Mitra
Karen – the wolf – still doesn't trust me, but there are a lot of other people now that she doesn't trust. Her daggers are in her hands, but she's standing to the side, listening. Everyone is staring at the newcomer, the scarred white one. He shifts his feet nervously. "So my name is Ives," he says. "Can someone tell me what's going on?"
No one seems to want to answer, so I take a step forward. "The wolves knocked the spider off the cliff. The foxes and the leopard – "
"Jaguar," he corrects me.
"And the jaguar came and started making a fuss," I say.
"That was Crystal," the jaguar mutters. "And I'm Collins, and this is Devan."
"Whatever," I continue impatiently. "Then I arrived, and the fish came in and chopped the spider's arm off for no apparent reason."
Caleb folds his arms and glares back at everyone. "I don't like spiders."
"And then you came along," I finish to Ives.
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Is this accurate? I thought it would be helpful to have a summary.
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Sounds good to me.
Logan~
The spider girl hides behind me, looking like she's going to pass out, but I somehow missed the fact that she was gushing blood at an alarming rate until just now. I snatch the closest bag and rummage around until I find some fabric to press against what's left of her arm. She looks at me with an expression that could be surprise and gratitude, but it's difficult to tell with her black eyes. Karen huffs angrily, and I realize that it was her bag that I grabbed.
Karen~
"I don't blame you for not liking spiders," I mutter at Caleb. "This one is especially rude."
"I didn't do anything to you!" the spider mutant hisses, again in her obnoxiously distorted lisp. I catch a glimpse inside her mouth and realize with a shock that she only has four fangs, undoubtedly venomous, not regular teeth. Weird. Logan, like the annoyingly kind being that he is, is tending to her wound. I pick up the severed arm and examine it, ignoring the nauseous, shocked, and irritated looks from everyone who sees me do it. Other than the jet black skin and rough palm and fingers, it seems like a fairly normal arm.
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Caleb
I take a moment to regain my breath.
"Ok, look, I'm sorry I cut the spiders arm off, okay? I just have a grudge against them." Suddenly, Dante runs up in front off me and starts barking.
"Calm down, boy." I say, and Dante immediatly stops barking.
I stand up and Dante and I walk over to the spider. "H-hey! Stay away from me-" I snap, and Dante releases a little light from his forehead that travels to the spiders arm, and heals it."Will your arm regrow?" I ask. The others chuckle. "Arm's don't just regrow." Logan says. I sit down, and we all kind of start talking for a bit.
But soon night comes, and I start frantically looking around. "Um, are you all right?" Karen asks. "Be quiet, all of you!" I say, but it's too late. I start hearing screeches. "What was-" Ives tries to say, but Logan puts his hand up. "Wyverns."
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~Mitra
I unsheathe my sword as glowing red eyes surround the camp, hissing. The lizard-bird mutants are untamable and very dangerous. Their small size makes them fast and agile, and hard to hit. And their black fangs are venomous. I should've known the wyverns would be attracted to the light of the campfire now flickering in the dark, and the sound of our voices. What was I thinking? I spread my wings, ready to fly away. Usually I can outfly the creatures. But – what about everyone else? I shift my feet nervously. They can't fly away. Fine. I'll stay – for now.
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Crystal's POV
"Ok, ok, ok, aim carefully, Crystal, annnnd.. NOW!!!" I said, throwin' a potion of dissapearance on the Wyverns.
They shrieked, and went to another dimension.
"Guess we won't be seein' 'em anytime soon. Now, how about we plan our attacks, just in case those things show up again." I said, as the other mutants stared at me in shock.
"Wha–You just– HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" Caleb shrieked, his dog–Dante I think his name was– starin' at me.
"Eh, just somethin' I picked up when I was livin' alone. Huh. Never thought my life would lead to this. It's funny, one minute you're livin' somewhere no one knows about, the next you meet a bunch of new mutants." I said.