An Alternate Future

[petdr89]

((Sweet! Sarah joined! *gives her a cookie* Unfortunately, I'm late and have to get going, but I'll be back tomorrow evening.))

[Jukebox]

((Hm...I might be interested if I could get a summary fo the last two pages. I'm far too lazy to go and read them muself (no offense). The question of course would be who to use. Shallo comes to mind, or maybe Ivon....whomever they are they would be rebels as I am sick and tired of being evil (and Shallo is the Worst evil character ever --').))

[zash]

((The summary would be Zuri and Abby having a convorsation because no one else was joing. So we just had 3 character intros which would be: Strips, Abby's, and Zuri then a convorstation between Abby and Zuri pretty much purely out of boredom. Which speaking of which, Sarah, where is your character located, you left it out in your intro.))

[Jukebox]

((I thought she said Dre was in an allyway, she just didn't speciy exactly where. I'd assume Neopia Central.))

[zash]

((Exactly, an allyway where? Neopia Central is a guess.))

[Kiweh]

((Yeah I figured because Abby and Zuri were talking I put Dre near Strips, wherever he is....))

[zash]

Zuri just continued to stand there. He gave a sigh and fell backwards. He hit the ground with a thud. “Oh good grief.” He sighed again and then just laid there. He had a flashback of when he and Abby were once friends. “Oh Abby, why did you have to leave me? Why did you have to break my heart?” Zuri then just curled up into a ball on the ground. He looked pathetic as he laid there in the fetal position. Another tear ran down his cheek. He closed his eyes in hopes of just forgetting it all. But, eventually his exhaustion caught up to him and he fell asleep right there on the spot. While he was asleep he dreamed of Abby. All the fun times they had together. Then eventually he was in a dark tunnel. He saw Abby in the distance and then started to run for her. “Abby no!! Wait for me!!” He just kept running and running and the tunnel would get smaller and smaller. Then eventually everything disappeared and it just turned into complete darkness.

[petdr89]

Still sitting in an abandoned alley, Strips took deep, slow breaths. He attempted to meditate on a spot on the opposite wall from him, attempting to calm his nerves, but without some type of fire he was finding it darn near impossible.

While he sat, something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention; movement in an alley cattycorner from where he was. After turning his gaze to get a closer look, he realized it was just some guy puking. Strips crinkled his nose in disgust and turned his head in another direction. Darigan guards still roamed the streets, but he just couldn’t wait any longer to move. He would starve to death if he waited too much longer.

Strips pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to make sure no one would be able to see his face, and stepped out of the alley. He walked briskly and kept his head down, hoping either not to be noticed or to blend in with the looters. But not being seen didn’t last long; no sooner had he stepped out of the alley, two guards came up and started hassling him. At first they didn’t do anything more than ask his name, where he was going, what he was doing out, and why he was trying to conceal himself. Strips gave them all incorrect answers, but when it was obvious he wasn’t going to get out of there, he knew he had to result to more drastic measures. Quickly, he reached down his right side and grabbed his dagger. The first guard didn’t see it coming, as Strips slit his throat, but the second guard was more of a challenge. He was able to kill them both; however, in doing so attracted far too much attention to himself. More guards began coming toward him. He got in a defensive stance as he twirled the dagger in his left hand. About now he was wishing he hadn’t of moved, or he had some help.

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Abby reappeared outside the Darkest Faerie’s courtiers, stood there for a minute, then knocked softly. The Darkest Faerie summoned her in, and she proceeded to give her report. “I’ve taken care of him” she lied. The Darkest Faerie gave sort of a half nod and waved her hand to signal Abby to go. Abby left, heading to her own courtiers, where she curled up in the window seat as tears began slowly rolling down her cheeks. Seeing Zuri again brought back a lot of painful memories, but she had managed to suppress her tears until she was alone. She sat motionless for a long time, just staring out the window.

[Jukebox]

Shallo kneeled behind some boxes and trash cans nearby, watching the kourgra with interest. His staff lay at his side, but he wasn't touching it so the bright maractite markings wouldn't begin glowing. He adjusted the dark brown cloth he was using to cover his face and head, looking for all the world like a desert bandit and nothing like his actual self. Wherever his white stripe or lighter markings would show he had covered with a black paint, which gave him a mottled look on his fins, tail and arms.
Besides the mask he was garbed in a black shirt and a dark red vest, along with the dakr blue pants he normally wore.

The sorcerer had also taken the time to remove all the rings form his staff, making it uncustomarily silent. Any rings he felt useful where tucked away in his pockets, and the only one he continued to wear was neccesary to his survival, allowing him to breath out of water.

Watching the kougra kill the guards answered the question of his position in this new war, and the jetsam rose slowly as more of the guards started filling the street. His hand hovered over his staff as he waited for them to make their move, his mismatched eyes watching closely.

((Yep, so there's Shallo. He's siding with the rebellion, just so everyone's aware. I'll try and get a quick ref for his new look soon, since it's so different from his normal regalness ^^.

Edit: Ok, so here's a really quick picture of him, or at least enough for you to get the idea. Hope I did ok, sorry for the horrendousness: link))

[petdr89]

((Woohoo! *gives Jukie a cookie* Your picture is sweet-ness, btw. XD))

[Jukebox]

((lolz, thanks *eats cookie*. Yeah, it could have been better. But it gets the point across, at least. I'll have to make him a good anthro ref with both of his outfits on it XD))

[Kiweh]

Dre continued on through the maze of alleys and shortcuts until sound of fighting and clanging could be heard a few yards away. She slowly peeked around the corner, making sure to keep most of her body hidden behind the mossy wall, and watched a kougra fight off a few guards that had encountered him only to find out that more were on their way. Her brown eyes stayed fixed on the small battle, wondering how many bullets she had in her gun and how long they would last. She wasn't really up to getting into trouble if she could avoid it.

A dark figure stepped out from behind some trashcans, the dorsal fin and the short snout revealed that the shadow was a jetsam. He held a long staff in front of him, apparently waiting for some opportune moment. She scowled at the figure and then looked back at the kougra who now seemed to strike some begotten memories in the back of her head. Where had she seen him before. The jetsam too seemed somewhat familiar as well but at the moment her tired brain couldn't think of where she had encountered these two. She had visited so many people when she was a ghost so it didn't really matter who was familiar or not.
Dre decided to use her power, she had nothing to lose really... What is your business here? She questioned the jetsam, hoping he wasn't about to ambush the kougra like she assumed.

[Jukebox]

Shallo jerked, turning his gaze away from the mini battle for moment. The voice that sounded through his head was familiar, but he couldn't let his guard down here to contemplate it. My business? That's not exactly something safe to be answering now, he pointed out, looking around for whomever had spoken. He caught sight of a shadow in another alley was tried to discern its shape, keeping one eye on the approaching guards.

[petdr89]

Bad idea, really bad idea Strips thought as Darigan guards slowly approached him. He only had one shot left in his gun, and there were at least six guards in the area. If he fought he probably wouldn’t survive, and for once in his life he really wanted to survive. He recalled something a friend had told him once; something about logic. He couldn’t remember exactly, but he thought it went something like “when all other options have been exhausted, the most logical option is surrender”. That’s bull s*** Strips thought with a smirk. It was in his blood; if he was going to go down he was going to down fighting.

The hood impaired his vision, so he threw it back with his free hand. The guards seemed shocked upon seeing he was their own kind; there weren’t very many Darigan rebels. Of course, Strips wasn’t aware that there were any rebels at all; he hadn’t heard of them yet.

One guard started running toward him, clutching something in his own hand. Strips drew his left hand back and then lunged it forward, releasing the dagger in his hand at the right moment to send it creaming toward the Darigan who was running at him. He was a good aim, and the dagger pierced right between the guard’s eyes.

Stupid, stupid move; the only thing he had left to fight with was his gun, and didn’t really want to use that just yet. Maybe surrender isn’t so bad after all, if that’s still an option. “Wait, wait” he called as the rest of the horde started running toward him. They seemed to slow at his words, and stopped completely when he threw his hands up so his palms were facing forward and were placed near his shoulders. He closed his eyes tightly as he got down on both knees and placed his hands behind his head. Three of the five guards remaining had their own guns drawn and pointed at his head as they approached him. Only one of them also had a pair of cuffs in their hands.

Why hadn’t they simply killed him on the spot? Because most Darigans worked on an honor system, and wouldn’t kill another Darigan unless it was absolutely necessary. Strips was a strong believer in this honor system, but in just one day he had broken several rules. First, he thought about suicide. Second, he killed not just one, but three of his own kind. Third, he killed someone from a distance. And lastly, he was surrendering. Yeah, I’m definitely going to Gethor was his final thought before the guards reached him.

[Jukebox]

Shallo had regained his composure by the time the guards had first advanced on the kougra. Just as he was getting ready to move the kougra threw back his hood. Shallo stopped, waiting to see what the kougra would do next, being Darigan. But he watched approvingly as he killed one of the guards with his dagger, hopefully making the job easier.

He saw his moment of action when the kougra surrendered. The idea of killing someone before surrendering seemed odd to the jetsam, but he didn't think about it as he grabbed up his staff and ambushed the guards.

He managed to knock one out with his staff before they spotted him, but he put his hand into his pocket and slipped on one of the rings. He swiped his arm through the air, causing an earthquake under the guards and buying himself time to drag the kougra to his feet and mutter a sheild spell. The maractite markings on his staff started glowing brightly, lighting the ally and the surrounding area.

"You're an enemy of these fellows, right?" he asked quickly, backing into one of the allyways, dragging the kougra by his sleeve with him as bullets collided with the shield. He didn't notice the shadow of the neopet behind him (Dre).