"V Is Not For Valentines" (Trisell Roleplay) (Group Roleplay)

PREFACE
This roleplay is going to be centered on a very… self-centered character, and will involve demands of characters that will most-likely upset them. This is just a statement of self-awareness that that’s the kind of roleplay you’re getting into. Just know that the feelings expressed by characters in the roleplay don’t reflect those of the host (me) as this is just a fun little test for things.

INTRODUCTION
Greetings, User. I, Urd Wallace Breckam IV, will be your guide for this venture. You will see your character entering a white and red room with LOVELY pillars. In front of them is a podium, and atop this podium is a parchment. Please have your character answer truthfully to the questions listed, as it will determine your score for the future (except Riven, unless he wants to). Afterward, your character will be escorted to their own personal paradise until further events.

More information SHALL be provided in the future… GLORIOUSLY…

Once you answer each question, explain why, then place your answers in the comments.

Q1: How far would you go to save the love of your life?
A) As far as it doesn’t change my general routine or inconvenience me.

B) As far as it may be at my expense, but I wouldn’t die.

C) I would give up my life to save this person, be it hesitantly or otherwise.

D) I would give up my life and/or make life worse for others—even as far as killing innocent—to save this person.

E) I would save this person… even if they don’t want me to.

Q2: How far would you go to save an enemy, someone who despises you?
A) As far as it doesn’t change my general routine or inconvenience me.

B) As far as it may be at my expense, but I wouldn’t die.

C) I would give up my life to save this person, be it hesitantly or otherwise.

D) I would give up my life and/or make life worse for others—even as far as killing innocent—to save this person.

E) I would save this person… even if they don’t want me to.

Q3: Which of the following traits do you find attractive?
A) Greed

B) Gluttony

C) Wrath

D) Jealousy

E) Self-Pity

F) Corruption

G) Laziness

H) Ego

I) Obsession/Addiction

J) Apathy

K) Deception

Q6: What would you do with an abusive spouse?
A) Leave them.

B) Abuse them back.

C) Leave their fate to the authorities.

D) Endure them.

E) Show them that you can be even worse than them.

F) Make them fear/respect you.

G) Bring in an exorcist.

H) Kill them.

I) Attempt to change/save them.

PLEASE WRITE THE FOLLOWING WITH YOUR NAME BELOW
“I __________ by signing this promise to respond daily, and believe I can balance this roleplay with other things in my life. I will not abandon it and then move on without speaking with the creator first. I understand that I am expected to see this through and will strive to do so.”

Placements
'''Here you will find where each character is placed in terms of points. At the end of the event, the points from their quiz answers will be added to the points that will be shown as the roleplay progresses. The current placements are in no particular order until points are given.'''
 * 1) Xan 40
 * 2) He-No 30
 * 3) Rixcit 30
 * 4) Asonja 30
 * 5) Mars 15
 * 6) Riven

XAN
“DOWEE DESIMUL!” A loud voice sounded. Xan found himself suddenly standing in a long hall. Slight creaks surrounded him just faintly with rows upon rows of books. The ceiling was designed with lined constellations. Behind him was the door for the exit, and dozens of stories with slight humming in the back were seen and heard.

To his far left was a single woman behind the desk: hair in a bun behind her with blue circular glasses. She was a pale blue  mouse with round ears, about a foot shorter than he. She wore a small white and silver skirt-suit, and seemed to be writing down on a series of papers: a single strand of hair flopping over her eyes which she regularly adjusted.

"..." Xan remained silent for a few seconds as he glanced around at his surroundings. "A..Library." He observed.

"TIS INDEED!" The voice of the Urd Man called from above. " You have arrived in your designated area! Hooray! Now! You must know that what you experience will be quite actual in all scenarios."

A score sheet appeared over his head. "In two days, a storm will appear.  You must construct your shelter!"

At this, the woman at the desk paused, looking about with confusion: probably wondering why a shelter would be built in the library.

"What kind of storm? And what is this for?" Xan questioned, Jabbing a thumb at the score-sheet above his head.

His hand passed through it. The voice did not answer. The woman faintly spoke up. "Do... you wish to purchase something?" Her voice was distinctly Irish.

"Hmm. I might indeed. But for now, I have a few questions to ask you.." He replied. Somewhat glaring at the score-card, before drifting over to the desk that the mouse sat behind. "That is. If you're willing to entertain such nonsense." Xan said, in a jovial manor.

"What would that be?" She fixed her glasses.

"For starters, a name to call you by, other than Librarian would be nice. Secondly. Where am I? as in, where does this Library stand?" He asked.

"The library sets in the city," She answered. "I... do not know what you should refer to me as."

"Mm. Then I shall call you Paige. Pun fully intended." Xan chuckled a bit. Before glancing around. "What kind of weather do you have around here?" He inquired.

Five points given.

"Normally?  It's warm enough... sunny," She noted.

Xan nodded at this. "Well then. Apparently I need to construct a shelter, Dear Paige. One that can outlast a.. special storm." He grinned. "Perhaps you can be of assistance."

She looked up to him completely now. "... How?" She cocked her head.

"You seem like a smart woman. I might need you to navigate your library, and to figure out a solution to my problem." He said, admiring the starry details along the ceiling wall.

"Oh," She straightened a bit. "W-well, um, what would you need at the moment?"

Five points awarded.

His eyes narrowed. "Hmm. Currently, I need to see a map of the city. While the library counts as a 'shelter.' I do believe I have to construct my own." He replied. Giving Paige something to do.

"Um... well we do have a section on maps.  It should be near the back left of the second floor."

"Thank you, I will be back shortly.." Xan nodded before turning to walk down the long hall of books.

He found that no one else seemed to be in sight. Rows of shelves were the only other company. Some audiobooks and DVDs were seen eventually as he neared a curved staircase on either end of the walls.

He absently ran his fingers along the wooden sides of the shelves, as he traveled down the hall to the stairs. Once he arrived, Xan quickly climbed the stair-case, not wanting to waist anymore time.

He soon found himself at the catalog section of the library where various books and rolled maps were placed on shelves next to varying globes.

Gracefully navigating to the back of the wall. Xan looked among the things for a map of the city he was currently in.

As he didn't have a name for the city, it seemed faint any chance of finding the right one, but then, to the left, mounted was a map with the tagline "Our fair city".

Arching a brow, he went to investigate the parchment on display.

The city wasn't very detailed, as if parts were being written in as it went. the library was the only labeled section.

"Find what you need?" Paige asked from behind.

"Not exactly but it will suffice." He replied, twisting around so he could actually see the mouse. "You know. Theres not much here to really consider this place to be a city. I have yet to see another soul.. Other than yourself.. Wandering the library. Doesn't it get terribly boring?"

"It pays," she noted. "You need to make a shelter or something, right?  You're looking for a hardware store?"

"Yes. Along with a good solid foundation to build from.. You dodged the question, by the way." He said complacently.

"I, what?" She rose an eyebrow. "The boring part?"

"Indeed. Boring for you.. that is. I would be good living here until I ran out of materials to read." Xan said, Closing his eyes. Despite lacking a visible nose of sorts, He Seemed to inhale the woody smell of the library. "So, you mentioned something about a hardware shop..?" He reminded Paige. Opening his eyes once more.

"It was what I suggested, yeah," She looked to the map.

Xan tapped his chin thoughtfully. "The map of your city is rather. Spare. What happened to the inhabitants?"

"Nothing," She shook her head, pointing to a now filled-in section where a hardware store was noticed.

"...Intriguing." He muttered. "Well, lets be off then.." Xan declared. Turning heel to head towards the stairs.

He found that he was now already at the front door somehow.

The parasite came to a complete halt. Eyes narrowing. "Dearest Paige. Does this sort of thing happen frequently?"

"Parts of the map appearing out of nowhere?  No..."

five points added

He glanced up at his scorecard. Taking note the new numbers. To test a theory, he reached for the exit handle and swung the door wide open. "Life can be quite the mystery.." He randomly commented, holding the door open for Paige. "Ladies first." He gestured.

"I'm... coming with you?" She blinked.

"But of course. Some fresh air will do you good. Besides, You know your way around here better than I. Without your assistance, I might not make it.. alive." Xan replied with a bit of dramatic flair. He was laying it on pretty thick.

"Oh.  Well, I suppose.  I'll... have to close up first though," She looked off a ways for a moment.

"Hm. Well. Tell me what I can do to help assist. Two pairs of hands are better than one." He persisted. Determined to see if his hunch was right.

"I just need to lock things up.  I'll be back in a moment," She stepped back to go back to the desk.

Xan ended up peering outside while he waited, to observe the new scenery of nature.

The city was being drawn into place as he looked. A fall neighborhood with not a car in sight.

A faint chuckle "thoUgHt youhAteD th- furr-" it was cut off as Paige walked back up. her hair was down. "Okay, that should be it."

He stood there, leaning on the door post, staring off into space. His tail twitched several times, before Xan actually made eye contact with Paige again. "Ah, great.." He said, attention snapping back to the present. "Now then, Shall we be off?"

She nodded with a smile, stepping out.

Ten points added...try-hard.

As I suspected. He thought with a grin. "Now Paige, this might seem like a silly question. But is there anything floating over my head?" Xan asked.

"There is, yeah," She nodded.

He nodded thoughtfully, As they walked along the pathway. "Do you have any idea what this.. 'storm' is..?" Xan questioned.

"... Wind... rain... lightning?" She listed as they turned a corner.

He rolled his eyes but managed to bite back a sharp insult. "Mmmhm. Hail.. Tornadoes.." He added.

"You think it'll be that intense?" She blinked. "Guess it makes sense: shelter and all... Just... it just sounds really... sudden- oh, here we are," She gestured to the large warehouse building in the distance: a large logo on the top with dozens of various barbecue models lining the walls.

"Considering the circumstances, I can't help but believe the worst." He said, pausing to inspect the rows upon rows of barbecue stands. "...Do you people really enjoy roasting creatures this much..?" Xan said to no one in particular.

"They're leftovers from Summer," Paige informed, stepping up to the front doors which opened automatically. "Next-Year Rush."

"..Ridiculous." he muttered. Following Paige closely from behind.

"Agreed, but have you ever barbecued?"

The store was empty.

"..Never once in my life. Crispy food is useless.." Xan looked around, arching an eye brow. "Wow. Either the Next-Year Rush is a genius marketing move, or this place has been shut down."

"... You know, this didn't really happen till you walked in," She noted. "Maybe that has something to do with it... A-anyway, you wanted... wooden boards or something?"

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Yes. Quite a few stacks of boards and some materials for walls. I'm going to need a binding substance too.. I think you guys use.. Nails for building, Right?"

"Nails... glue... rope..."

"Eeeeeh, we'll go with nails." He determined. "Now to find it all.."

Pagie walked down the rows, pointing to various drawers.

Xan followed after her, and opened a few drawers at once to see his options.

Various screws and nails were found: some long, some thick, some made of wood. Some had hooks, some had joints, and so on.

Xan went with two boxes of long nails, and a box of thick nails as well. "..You wouldn't happen to know where the wood is..would you?"

"Shouldn't be hard to find," She noted, walking down the halls.

He sighed, and followed her along. "Why does your town seem to be.. Sketchy? Or.. Unfinished?"

"I think I prefer the latter description.  Sketchy implies something devious is happening and I don't want to think about the possibility of something evil going on..." She eventually turned down to a row of various wooden materials.

"Oh..Anything can be twisted into something quite wicked, if you put your mind to it." He said half-jokingly. Handing the boxes of nails off to his tail to hold, before picking out several slabs of wood.

"Do you want a cart for that?"

"..Yep. That would be appreciated."

She walked off a ways to pull one over. It was entirely quiet otherwise. Making a fortress against a storm in a nearly empty city: save one Librarian...

The parasite pulled some roofing as well, and hefted everything out of the aisle to meet Paige for the cart.

She pulled it up to him. "We'll probably need more.  No one else being here, I doubt you'd need to pay for it."

"Ah good. Otherwise I would have killed the cashier." Xan said coolly. Dumping off his supplies and steering the cart to the exit.

"Oh no," She replied, assuming he was joking. "What else do you need?"

"A carlstn, stones, and while we're at it, A body along with a few dozen innocent souls. " Xan grinned. It was hard to tell where he was joking and where he really was being serious at this point. The only thing that was recognizable was the heavy amounts of sarcasm.

"Well if we're doing a blood-ritual, there should be books on that," She replied.

"Good.. You really must show me sometime, It could be useful.." He said, leaving out the..  '..on you. ' bit. Pushing the cart out of the store.

"That was a joke," She replied, following. "... Actually maybe there are bo- anyway..."

"Boanyways? How exotic." He teased. "Please, do continue." Xan remarked, turning up the pathway to a hill that he could use to oversee the city.

"Just that there might be weird arcane books," She shrugged.

While there were buildings that signified a general neighborhood of apartment buildings, houses, some stores, it still seemed quite unpopulated. It was late afternoon.

"Hm. well.. Looks like I shall build here." He announced. "Its close enough to the warehouse, so trips won't be too long. Plus the hill is great for deterring floods." Xan added, picking out a hammer and his nails for the building.

(x-x I don't actually have to go through the whole process of building a hut thingie. Do I? cuz' that'll take forever.)

(You won't have to describe the process.  It'll skip to however long you'd estimate it'll take him. X{D)

(Great. Because I have no knowledge on building houses except for Minecraft architecture x'D)

"Alright.  Well, uh... I'll just be going back to the  library now?" Paige half-asked.

"Very well then. Keep an eye out for this.. storm." Xan said absent-mindedly.. He was more focused on his building materials.

(You can decide how long it will take him.)

It took him the rest of the day to set up the frames. Since he didn't need to sleep, Xan also worked through the night till dawn. By then, he had completed his 'shelter.' Which was a modest looking shack, with some random trench dug around it.

The smell of caramel was fragrant in the air as Paige was walking over with some assorted drinks and a bag.

Xan was sitting down, legs crossed, leaning back on of the walls. He was currently trying to scrub the dirt off his scales. His gaze flicking to the girl as she approached. "Well, hello again~" He grinned.

"Hi- I brought some... whoa... you're... done already..."

"Wonders can be achieved when you have a little practice.." Xan said. Tapping the wood wall with a curled fist. The water stuck to him left a damp circle on the wood.

"... And you think this'll help protect you against the storm?" She asked, reaching out to hand him one of the drinks.

"..I would say yes under most circumstance. However, in this case, it's best to wait and see." Xan sighed, noticing the beverage. "Hnn. No thank you." He said, waving it away from himself. "That is my food's food. Not my own." Standing up, he dusted off his tail.

"Your food's food?" She raised an eyebrow. "Is there a special kind of creature that drinks tea?"

A mischievous look sparked in his eyes. "But of course." Xan replied, stepping awfully close to the mouse.

She leaned back a bit, ears flattening slightly as she blinked. "... Uh..."

"..And MY what a special creature she is indeed." He exclaimed, words honeyed with malice. Actually petting Paige's hair for a moment.

She leaned back a bit more, looking back and forth. "I-... uh- " Her hand instincively covered her cheeks for a moment, though did little to mask the obvious response.

"This will only hurt.. a lot." Xan chuckled a bit, as he morphed into this weird goop. Which snaked its way into her skin, being absorbed into her body via her pores. In a matter of moments He had gained control of her body. "Ahem, testing testing.." He uttered. His voice more feminine, and squeakish now.

The body contorted for a moment: short squeals coming out before stiffening with silence outside of Xan's own actions.

"..." Xan paused, snagging the tea and cracking it open for a sip. "Bleh. Snapple." He sighed, dumping the rest of the tea out. Now that he finished his shack, He wasn't quite sure what to do next..

(Caramel peach tea actually X{D)

(Can he sense the thoughts of people he takes the bodies from?)

(You had me at the word peaches @_@) (Also, yes. Thoughts can be audibly heard unless the person knows how to hide them)

The rat went past the immediate question of "What" and changed to "Why"... in very loud volume.

"Ack. Shush you." Xan sighed with exasperation. Pinching the bridge of his muzzle, between the eyes.

It was now that she decided to go with "What did you do!?"

Xan rolled his eyes. "I'ma a parasite dear. This is how we live. lets get straight to the point here, if you don't stop thinking nonsense, I will personally silence you. By certain means." He replied is a creepily calm manor. "Oh, the irony. Shushing a librarian." He chuckled for a moment.

"Why did you do this!?  Why can't I move?"

"You're stuck in a state in which you can see, hear, and feel everything I can. However, you can't actually move, Because currently you aren't in control. I am." Xan answered, pinching his new mouse ears. "Huh.." He muttered.

"You had your own bod- ow!  Hey!"

"Yes, a body that is excellent for looks, and skills. But terrible at consuming anything. Which is why I have your body now~" He grinned, taking another swig of the peach tea, despite having declared it terrible earlier.

She stopped talking mid-sip, waiting until it was over. "I made that tea! I made... it..."

"Hm, quite nice. However, what compelled you to use caramel?" He questioned. Checking the bag for anything else she had brought.

"... How  long is this going to happen?"

"..Until I feel like leaving." Xan responded, trying to tie the mouse's hair back into a low pony tail. Hair in the face can be annoying.

A slight struggle was felt in the hands, just slightly. "I didn't do anything to you!  I was helping you!"

"I am well aware, dear." Xan replied. Becoming a bit irked. Easily silencing his hand twitches with great expertise. "That is why you can still think these rather daft questions, as opposed to being consciously dead. Or in Salim."

"Give me back my body!  It's not as good as yours, is it?  You could build that whole thing without it!"

"Good glory, so whiny.." Xan rolled his eyes, opening the door to his shelter and checking to make sure everything was in order.

It seemed that the more he used her body, the more it fueled Paige's resolve to yell at him in the mindscape, giving the occasional twitch to his fingers or toes that was unfortunately the strongest amount of strain possible in the conditions.

It was late afternoon, sunset approaching.

Xan was fiddling around with some odd 'necessities.' Which included a few hefty books from the library that he had swiped. "Theres plenty of things that could be improved about this structure. However, I think I'll leave it be." He said to no one in particular.

"I'm not the only one who works at the library.  They'll find out you took those books."

Xan's eye brows shot up. "Oh? Perhaps they'll arrest me and 'put me behind bars.'" He said sarcastically, a rather smug smirk graced his face.

"They'll see you on the cameras, not me.  When they find us, I'll do everything I can to yell it out."

"Mmmhm. But which form am I in now? I truly doubt your guards will make the needed connections to figure out I can change forms. As for yelling. You can barley manage to twitch a finger, let alone fight for vocals. Hmm. Its a pity, I might just have to put you down. You were once charming but I fear you've grown into something of an annoyance." Xan replied calmly.

"And get yourself killed in the process."

"Oh? I'm surprised you know this." He remarked, setting down the book and peeking outside.

"Have you seen anyone else here?  What happens when it's just you and whatever storm is coming?  You'd be alone and you'd get no help.  That's if whatever person gave you that score doesn't want me alive in the first place."

"But I'm not alone. I have you~" He purred. "..However, if I found myself alone. eh." Xan shrugged. "Its not that big of a deal." He downplayed.

"... You... What made you do this?"

"..My mother needed groceries." He replied sarcastically.

"Do you even have one?"

"No. I was grown in a lab." Xan confessed. "I am an all powerful being that lost his memory, and now wander the earth as a edgy demi-God." He sighed, throwing an arm over his face. "Now you know my terrible secret."

"You're selfish, and evil, and..." She stopped there.

"..I'm touched, really. You flatterer." The parasite gushed. Waving a dismissive hand near his face, like he was fanning himself.

The response back did not arrive. She went silent. He was alone in another body. The world was empty around him. The shack was his base, and the day was getting late.

"..hm." He mused, heading outside to watch the sky set.

The next day arrived. No activity was seen. Urd's voice sounded "TEN POINTS AWARDED FOR SPEEDY BUILDING BEFORE THE END OF THE FINAL DAY!"

Ten points added

"YOU MAY SKIP TO THE NEXT EVENT OR WAIT!"

"I wish to skip.." Xan stated, crossing his arms as he watched his score rise on the chart above his head. "While your rather ridiculous voice is still here. Perhaps you can answer something for me. Who is assigning points? And why am I being tested?"

A screen of a man appeared in front of Xan for a moment. "I'm sorry.  My responses are limited.  You must ask the right questions."

The screen vanished as Urd's voice returned. "I CAN TELL YOU THAT IT IS NOT I WHO CHOOSES THE UPS AND DOWN OF YOUR SCORE, NOR IS IT MY DESIGN OF YOUR INCLUSION!"

The night passed. Lightning was striking at a building in the distance.

Xan had spent the whole night reading. When dawn rose in the cloudy sky, Xan had decided to crack open the door to peek outside.

A blast of wind slammed against him, tearing at the structure he had stored himself in.

The mouse gasped a bit, the air overwhelming their senses. Xan quickly fought to slam the door shut, and once the little click was heard. He moved to check on the structure of his house.

It was certainly being shook. The ground below him was the cause it appeared. A small crack was slowly forming below his feet.

He muttered a short string of unintelligible words,  as he squated down and running his fingers along the crack. Sighing, he took some of the sawdust that still sprinkled the floor, and packed it into the crack. Then, in the most ungentlemanlike mannor. He spat onto the now-filled crack. Starting a hydration effect, which forced the wood and sawdust to harden.

Unfortunately the crack was getting larger, and... larger, and another crack was forming. The shelter was shaking, getting...higher?

"....Well that's not good." Xan commented, steping backwards, and pushing open the door to check the house's exterior.

The wind was bombarding, making the door opening possible if done inward, but outward, it would soon crack.

In a fusterated growl, Xan gave up with opening the door. Instead, he busted the door hinges off. Then quickly hefted the door to the side wall of the building.

Blasts of harsh winds flew in, tearing at the walls of the shelter. It was like being inside a tornado.

Xan gasped, unable to move from his current position without getting a lung-full of air.

A protruding piece of earth was growing out from the side of the building, shaking upward.

"Time to abandon ship. " With a bit of effort, Xan jumped out of the house's open door way, and anchored himself to one of the walls of his shelter for a moment.

The world was getting lower and he was getting higher. The air was thinning significantly.

"Oooh dear." He strained, jumping up onto the roof, getting a steady grip on the building.

Lightning was growing around the base, the protrusion now out the top of the building.

"WHAT IN THE BLAZES. THIS IS NO STORM." Xan growled, At this point his only goal was to escape the house he had built.

The house was crumbling beneath him slowly, the mountain-like structure poking out getting wider and wider. Briefly he noticed a faint Five points added

Xan quickly worked his way over to the stone surface poking through his once whole structure. Clinging to the Jagged rock for dear life.

The air thinned even further but he was getting close to the eye of the storm, the lightning barely missing him,but being quite blindingly bright.

He winced at the sudden light change. "Gracious me, END already.." He wheezed. The mouse was having some trouble breathing,

It went higher and higher, the lightning more frantic, even smashing bits of the mountain away as it went. It was then that she yelled from within the remains of her mind "How does it feel!?"

"..Like there is a lot of pointless baggage that needs to be cut." He replied darkly. "Your usefulness dwindles. So dear. I think its time you got your body back.." With that, Xan released his grip on the mountain face. Then in one quick heave, left the body of the mouse, and took a goopy jump back to the rock. Leaving the girl to either fall, or save herself. In a few moments he reformed back into his original state.

She vanished into clouds below as the storm continued on. It last for hours before finally settling on a black night.

Irked, and damp. Xan sat on this short ledge that had formed along the mountain side. Wringing his tail of moisture that once made it heavy and akward to use. Once this was done, Xan gave up on fussing over his appearance. Instead, he looked to the sky for a sign of starlight.

Nothing was in sight in the air sadly. He was at least a few miles up.

He sighed. Looking down to peek over the wedge he sat on. Forcing his pupils to dilate, so he could get a better look at his surroundings.

Nothing seemed to be in sight from this height.

"..." He inwardly groaned. Scooting out from the ledge, and getting a good foot hold on the rock from under. Climbing up was easier than climbing down. Nonetheless, he started climbing down from his veery high perch.

It certainly took a while but eventually he would see the surface below. The city was overgrown now with plant-life.

Arms aching, Xan stopped his descent for a moment to take a breather. Which gave him enough time to see his new surroundings. "..Someone clearly. Forgot to cut the grass." He joked to himself. Chuckling a bit as he began his downward climb once more. When he finally reached the grassy ground below. Xan sighed. But this was not a sigh of relief. 'I get the feeling that the worse has yet to come.'  He thought.

A poof was heard behind Xan as a voice greeted "SALUTATIONS!"

"...Eh.." Xan grunted, whirling around to the source of the sound.

It was the Urd man.

"Ah. It's you. I don't suppose you could tell me whats going on.." He mused.

"You are a competitor," The Urd Man informed. "You gain points through situational actions.  The next challenge is nearing."

"..Hm. What pray-tell do we compete for?" Xan questioned. Silently disturbed by the short man's odd appearance. He looked like a towering giant compared to Urd.

"I believe part of it is power."

Xan stood Impatiently. Tail swishing back and forth. "..We win the game by the number of points, yes? When will the next event begin..?"

"Very soon," Urd noted. "An army will approach.  You must defend your subjects."

For some reason this response cracked Xan up. "...What subjects? I'm no ruler. Let alone a defender." He tittered, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

"Oh that is quite observable," Urd nodded, "considering your last throwing-away of companions.  NEVER THE LESS, your quality of protection for your subjects will determine your placing."

The tall man shrugged. "If it's a competition, the others should have no problem eating my dust. " His ego practically sang.

"Very well," With a bright flash, the Urd Man vanished.

"...Guess all I can do now is.. wait." Xan sighed. Walking off some ways from the stone mountain to get a better look at the weed-infested city.

It wouldn't be until the next thirty minutes that a long series of footsteps were heard at the far end of the city.

Xan's head tipped to the side. his 'ears' perking up slightly. He quickly sped around the outskirts of the city to find the source of all the racket.

People: hundreds of people were crowding around a section of the city. They were surrounding the library.

"..And so it is here, that my 'subjects' appear for the games." Xan observed. Nearing the mass of people.

Most appeared to be mobian, reptilian in fact. When they noticed Xan, they began walking toward him, calling out to him with such statements as "Help us!", "Protect us!", and "Can you help us?!"

"Ugh." Xan groaned inwardly. Face palming himself. "This is pathetic.." He muttered under his breath. None the less, he slapped on a seriously fake smile, and greeted the public. "Aha. Yes. Hello there. I'm here to help put an end to your miserable lives." He announced. Words dripping with sarcasm.

The people continued to chatter about but as they did, Xan felt a sudden crack of a metal chair hitting him in the back of the head.

The parasite grunted in pain, instinctively reaching for the back of his head. Everything became a blur of color as he lost his balance and fell to the hard ground.

The people swarmed past and around him, some pulling him up.

Dazed, Xan made no move to stop any of them. He wasn't very heavy at all.

A familiar voice called over as he was held up "That's for dropping me."

Shaking his head, Xan forced himself to focus. "Paige, darling. I half-expected you to be in shreds." He managed to say. Taking a few steps on his slightly precarious legs.

"Please," she bitterly teased back, leaning against her chair. "You more than half hoped."

"Why has she struck him?" One asked.

"Quite right." He replied, without a trace of regret. "Yet, here you are. By some miracle. Apparently I forgot to clip the angel's wings." Xan's head still throbbed. But he wasn't going to let that get in the way of this odd game he played.

"Are you going to be draining all these people next?  Stealing their bodies?" She asked.

"Eh heheh. It's not much of a necessity as of now. But it's bound to happen in the future." He smiled. Licking his lips. Subtly trying to provoke the little lady.

She lifted the chair once more.

"What about the army?" One asked.

Xan promptly plucked the chair out of the mouse's grasp. "This is for sitting, not hitting." He said. Setting the chair down, and resting a foot on top of it, to discourage chair escape. "With any luck, Paige here could swat them all to death." Xan teased. Answering the stranger in the crowd.

"He's not going to save any of you," Paige folded her arms. "He'll probably eat you."

"They'll be here tomorrow!" Someone called out, as if not even hearing the statement.

Xan rubbed his hands together. "Well, that does put a of a damper on my time." He sighed. Not bothering to questioning where this information came from.

"How did this all come together exactly?" Paige questioned.

"It was broadcasted on television," Someone informed.

"By the fabric of the universe, fate has unfortunately brought us together." Xan droned. Leaning closer to the nearest stranger. "How many of you are there? Doesn't have to be exact."

"Uh... two hundred maybe?" The man shrugged.

Pursing his lips, Xan stopped to think for a moment. "Do you know who or what is attacking?"

RIXCIT
“THE WIND IS HOWLING!” a loud voice sounded. Rixcit found himself on a cold lone beach just at the edge of a long series of mountains covered in moss, with the tips in snow. The sky was white and cloudy: the waves large, but never crashing far enough to reach his feet. The wind sounded as a slow pattern of black sand passing by him toward a crevice-like trail directly behind.

"Where the hell am I...?" He looks around before looking at the trail. "Hm.."

The flowing sand seemed to whisper... or sing as it went. "Onward," It tuned in a distinctly feminine voice.

"...Assuming the odd womanly voice wants me to head to the trail," He starts walking along the trail, "Just what am I dealing with here?"

"Whatever you want... or don't want..." As he and the sand trailed through the path, the sand at his feet slowly became grass with a snake or two slithering back with some ladybugs flying up.

Breaking the mood came a large voice of the short crowned man. "Is this on? GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS! THIS IS YOUR  ALMIGHTY URD  SPEAKING! You have arrived in your designated area! Hooray! Now! You must know that what you experience will be quite actual in all scenarios.  Also,"

a score sheet appeared over his head, starting at zero. "You will be scored based on your actions.  BEST OF LUCK!"

"...So I'm stuck in some sort of game?! What the hell!"

The sand turned to Rixcit, pausing at his actions in mid-air. The voice of Urd was gone... and then it came back. "YOU HAVE TWO DAYS TO CONSTRUCT A SHELTER BEFORE THE STORM!"

He sighs, rubbing his face. "Great. Making a shelter in two days. Not hard at all," He looks at the sand, "And who're you?"

The sand flew back a bit, then toward him again. "I am... what would I be?"

"...I don't know, to be honest. All I know is you're sand and a woman."

"... You think of me as a woman?  Not simply a girl?"

"You don't sound like a girl. So you're a woman." He shrugs, looking around for material to make a shelter.

"Hm..." Her voice echoed for a moment.

Five points added

Only some broken-off stone, grass, and sand was seen about in this canyon-like mid-pass between the mountains. Further areas could be seen in the far distance.

"..." He looks at the points counter. "Hm." He looks at the sand. "Bad news, no materials in this place besides stone. There's some areas a little ways away. Can you make it up there or do you need some help?"

"Up?" The sand floated upward, as if looking to the mountain tops. "Oh... yes I believe so."

"Need help getting up there?" He looks around, making ice bowls to keep stone chunks in.

"I... should be fine," The sand began floating further up.

Five points added

"If you insist. I'm right here though." He merges the bowls into a single sphere, all the rocks contained inside, "Alright, let's go."

"Hm?" The sand circled back. " 'let's go'?"

"You don't know what that means? It means that we can go leave now. Unless you need to do something?"

"Go leave up or down to the path?" The sand asked.

"Hm...I didn't see anything on the path, so I'd say go up. Maybe more stuff to build a shelter up there. What do you think?"

"We can see more up," The sand noted.

"Then let's go." He starts walking upwards.

The sand floated upward. Soon the air got somewhat thinner as flecks of snow were seen floating down. Some thirty feet of walking up, the path was more clearly seen. Various splits were about, but in the far distance, a mile or two, was an opening with random trees scattered about the way.

"And there's the wood for walls." He looks at the sand. "So...are you normally sand?" He steps on the path.

"... I... suppose.  Would there be a different kind of sand?"

"Erm...I meant, like are you a person sometimes?"

"Like... you?" The sand circled him a few times. "Should I look like you?"

"What do you mean by that? Look like a humanoid figure, or like myself?" He looks at the sand as it circles.

"Like you... both I suppose..."

"Erm...Not like myself. But a humanoid figure. If you want that is."

"Hm..." The sand stretched out, some faint thin legs and arms connecting to a stick-figure like body. The wind blew against them coldly as the day continued on.

"Hm." He looks at the figure, setting the ice container down.

The form thickened slightly, a basic body form swaying in the wind now. "Will this do?"

"Sure, for now at least. Feel free to make yourself look however you want. Just, tell me if you get cold."

The form nodded. "Where will we be going?"

He points at the trees. "We'll need those to make walls for the shelter."

The sand figure floated toward the trees. "We will cut them down, yes?"

"That's the idea."

The figure sped up, flying over to one of the trees.

"...?" He looks at the figure.

She began scratching at the tree's lower trunk, though it didn't seem to be doing much to it.

"Do...Do you need any help?"

"I don't think I can affect these very much like this," She informed.

He forms an axe out of ice and grabs his sword. He hands her the axe and he walks over to the other side of the tree with his sword. "I'll cut on one side, and you do the other. Ok?"

She nodded, her hands thickening around the axe as she began to chop.

He starts doing the same on his side.

Soon the tree toppled, a brief spray of maple liquid shooting out.

He sidesteps the spray. "Hey, did any of this get on you?"

The sand figure shook her head. She began cutting off the remains of the trunk.

"I could do that." He helps.

She stepped back. "How many more will we need?"

"Hm...I don't know. We'll probably need more than one though."

She placed the axe down, floating up to look for more. "Will we need food?"

"Do you eat?" He looks at her.

"I do not think so... Not like..." She waved a hand down her face, "this..."

"...Go ahead and make yourself a face. I'd rather you not starve because you can't eat."

"What kind of face?"

"Hm...One with a mouth," He points at his mouth, "A nose," He points at his nose, "Ears and Eyes," He points at his ears and eyes. "Add any features you'd want."

"Hm..." She floated down to the sap of the tree, scooping some up a bit as it slid over her, forming into varying patterns. It took on a somewhat nervous-system style at first as the sand thickened further into a much more solid feminine form. The dark orange sap became like stripes with most sections circling the joints as if holding them. Cuffs around two wide pointed ears in the back and a slightly long pointed muzzle with hollowed eyes and long fingers. A tail developed. She looked somewhat like a coyotte.

"Huh. Nice look." He gives her a thumbs up.

Her eyes crowned up a bit with her cheeks, implying a smile. "More trees to cut down, yes?"

"Yep."

She began floating toward another in the far distance before turning back. "How do we carry this one?"

He makes a carriage out of ice. "With this."

"... Nicely," She nodded, making her way toward the next tree. A sudden large blast of wind sent the sand creature distorting to the side for a moment.

"??"

She was forced to dive under in a circular pattern and press against the side of the mountain from the wind.

He spins his sword and stabs it into the ground, making a wall of ice to defend against the wind. "Are you alright?"

She resolidified, turning to him with a nod. "It's harder to ignore the wind like this... heavier..."

"Easier not to get blown apart though.." He takes off his jacket and tosses it to her. "But here, maybe it'll help."

She jumped over to catch it, quickly skidding to a halt. She examined it for a moment before putting it on. The sun was nearing sunset.

"...Darn. We're losing light."

"More trees," She mutered, walking now toward the next.

He follows her. "Can you keep going?"

"I believe so."

It didn't take long to reach the tree. It was much taller, though no thicker. "... This is going to take a while.  Two days, yes?" She asked.

"Probably."

She began hacking away at the tree. It took only some short minutes to break, but as it collapsed, it began sliding down the mountainside.

"!!!" He starts running after the tree.

(A little more than "!!!" would be appreciated.)

The tree was crashing into the ravine,  the steep slick snow-covered ground beneath his feet making travel difficult. The sand girl chased after.

"Stupid, tree...!" He continues running.

The tree finally stopped at the bottom, splitting in many sections as water splashed upward.

He stops at the edge of the water. "..."

The girl eventually arrived, stopping next to him. The sap from the tree leaked into the water. To the left there was a cave.

"...A cave."

The girl stepped into the water to pick up the tree but began to sink as her feet were getting wet.

"Hey, hey. Don't forget that you're made of sand!" He grabs her hand and pulls her out of the water. "I'll pick up the tree."

She stumbled back, falling on her rear. She looked over her foot,shaking it a bit to try and dry off. "Should... I look into the cave?"

"We'll both go." He helps her up.

"What about the tree?" She asked.

Ten points added

"I'll get them later. Then we'll see if a fire can't be made." He starts walking towards the cave.

It was quite wide and tall, but hidden well enough on the turning side of the mountain. Water leaked into it from the stream, but it wasn't nearly deep enough to be of concern. Moss grew out throughout, a tunnel of sorts at the back.

"Hm...Goes a bit deeper."

The sand coyotte walked further into the cave, toward the tunnel. "It's quite dark..."

"Sure is...Wait there, I'll go get a piece of the tree to use for a torch."

She nodded, sitting down at the side. As he looked back out, the sunset was overhead, fading.

"Hm..." He starts fishing out pieces of the wood.

Mostly it was bark that broke off into the water, though some two or three stakes of the inner wood were found about.

He picks up a piece, examining it closely. "Better be good for fire.."

Sap was over most of them but they hadn't quite soaked yet.

"...I think these are good enough." He bundles up the pieces and walks back into the cave. "Alright! Found some pieces we could use for light."

"How do we light them?" She asked.

"..." His head droops. "Knew I was forgetting something..."

She looked about the cave for a moment. "There," She walked over, digging out some dry grass. "Will this work?"

"...Yeah, that would work. Nice thinking."

She smiled, handing it over to him.

He sets it down, trying to make a torch out of the bundle and grass.

It was a nice fit, but still no spark. "We rub it or something?"

"Yeah, we'll probably have to rub it."

"... Okay... Are... you going to do it?  Since you're holding it?"

He starts rubbing the sticks together against the grass.

It took a while but eventually a spark started up, with smoke forming at the base.

He continues rubbing. "C'mon, light..."

Fire began to flicker out, a glow forming soon after.

"Yes!" He continues until a decent sized fire appears.

The sand girl clapped her hands, causing a bit of her fingers to burst out slightly before solidifying again. She slowly poked at the fire curiously.

He stops her hand. "Nope. Fire hurts to touch. Don't want you burning yourself."

She pulled back slowly, looking at her fingers. "Am I burnable?" She looked back at the tunnel ahead.

"I'd rather we not find out. I'd rather you stay nice and unburned." He makes a torch. "Shall we?"

She nodded, heading into the tunnel. As they made their way through, it kept to a rather thin form, but thankfully did not bottlecap--shrinking against them.

The path went on for a good half-hour. Clicking sounds were heard farther ahead, but a faint light was also seen in the far distance.

"Do you hear that? Clicking."

"Yes," She looked about, toward the floor. "Oh..." Various insects were crawling about the walls, but a vast amount on the floor, with pinchers on a great many of them.

"...Oh."

"Do we turn around?"

"I think we should...For now at least."

She started to turn back, glancing to the light in the distance. "Will we come back?"

"Yes. We'll come back. But we'll have to think of what to do about the bugs."

She looked at the fire, then back to Rixcit. "Could you... freeze them?"

"...That's...That actually could work."

She stepped to the left to be out of his way.

He looks at the bugs, stepping up and placing his hand on the ground. Sheets of ice form, covering the bugs.

The sand coyotte knocked the ice a few times before stepping forward. "That was... um 'cool'... I- I didn't mean to make that a joke."

"It's fine." He steps forwards on the ice. "Be careful, it's slippery."

She nodded, tip-toeing over it. Some bugs were about the walls still, prompting the sand coyotte to run forward.

"Easy!" He follows her.

Nearing the light soon, it was found to be quite small, but an exit none the less. The sand coyotte quickly slipped through in a more airborne form.

"...Hm." He looks through the hole. "Just how small is it.."

(Ups.  Sorry.  4 inch radius)

"...Hm." He crawls through. "Tight...Fit..!"

The crack gave way as he exited, landing into a body of water.

"Woah!" He falls in, making a splash.

It seemed he was in a lake or pond. There was no current here and above, the mountains were nearly out of sight.

He looks around in the water for a brief bit, before swimming to the surface of the lake.

The sand girl was waiting for him. "Sorry, I wanted to help but... water..."

"It's...fine. It's fine." He coughs up the water. "I'm good."

She reached out a hand to him.

He takes her hand.

She pulled him further up the shore. "I-" She stopped. A roar came from the distance.

He grabs his sword. "What was that?"

She started walking toward it.

He looks at her, before following.

Thumping sounded as a beast was running toward them: a large bear.

"...Big bear."

As it got closer, the running height seeemed to be around twelve feet, and it wasn't slowing.

He draws his sword. "Guess we're about to kill a bear."

The sand coyotte stepped back as the bear jumped at Rixcit, biting at him.

He stabs at it's face.

The bear fell forward at him as the blade pierced its head.

"Oh nononono...!" It falls on him. "Umf...Get...off!"

The weight was over five-hundred pounds, the teeth poking at just below his neck. The sand coyotte tugged at the body, slowly tilting it to the left.

He pushes it off slowly. "Of course it's this heavy...!"

Eventually the bear toppled, flopping with a slight hissing breath on the ground. "... I hope that was the only one," The sand coyotte noted. "This doesn't help make a shelter does it?"

"No, I don't think it does. But it'll provide food, so we don't starve at least."

"How do we move the wood into here?"

"Hm? Into the cave?"

"Into this opening... I guess we could climb back over?"

(Please reply)

"Sure."

She turned to the mountain borders, flying up the side of them.

He follows her.

They were soon at the top of this section. It was far colder here as they appeared to be almost a mile up from the original mountains before the cave's trail.

He looks around. "Hm..."

"Should we build the... shelter, here?" The sand coyotte asked.

"Yeah. That'd work."

She began slowly digging at the ground. "... Should I make a... ditch?  While you gather the rest of the wood?"

"...Sure. I'll be back soon. Don't be afraid to take a break every now and then."

She nodded: slowly taking a slab of the icy dirt upward.

He leaves to go get the wood.

(You wanna skip to him coming back with enough wood?)

(Yep.)

It was the end of the day by the time he was back. A ten-foot wide hole was being dug. It was a square, and two feet deep so far.

"...Huh. Not bad."

The coyotte looked over to the amount of trees.

He's collected a fair amount. Probably enough to make a decent sized shelter.

(As in, how many trees)

About twenty trees.

"How do you want to place them?" She asked.

"Hm...We'll stack them. Five for each wall."

"How will we bind them?"

"With rope."

"Where do we get that?"

"...Dammit.." He starts tapping his foot in thought.

"... Should we search more?  Maybe... maybe where the bear came from?""

"Yeah. That's probably best."

She started back down toward the closed-off section of the area where the bear's body lay still.

He follows her.

"Do you want to... see what can be done with the bear or look around?" She asked.

The enclosed area  held some long plain to the left before more rock walls blocking off the rest, and on the opposite side; the lake. While a cave or entrance of some sort was not in immediate view, perhaps there would be one from where the bear came from.

"...I'll look around, you stay here."

"... What should I do?"

"...On second thought, come with me."

"... Lead the way," She nodded, stepping over.

"There has to be a cave that grizzly came from..." He starts looking around for one. "Maybe there's rope in there.."

It was some walk before coming to an underpass. Water was at the base, and planks of wood were floating about it.

"More wood." He picks up the planks.

The wood was fairly thin, not very sturdy, like it was the side of a crate perhaps.

"These were a crate once. There might be rope nearby..." He looks around, hoping he was right.

Nothing else appeared to be in sight except for the underpass filled with water.

"...Dammit." He takes a deep breath and looks underwater.

Through the water, he could see the underpass led to an opening, some kind of beach.

He takes his head out of the water. "Alright, there's an opening. Do you want to stay here, and I'll check?"

"I could... fly over it?" She theorized.

"Yeah, go ahead and do that. I'll meet you over there." He dives underwater.

The water was thankfully not the coldest, not warm, but mild. It went on for a few yards before arriving at the beach opening.

He climbs up on the beach, shaking himself off. He then looks around.

In the short distance was the remaining pieces of what appeared to once have been a wooden and metal beach house. Most of the pieces were in the water now, slowly drifting out.

"...That could've been useful if it were intact."

The caramel-colored sand coyote floated down near him. "What... is that?"

"An old beach house from the likes of it."

"Can we use it?"

"If we can fix it up."

"We're going to rebuild it?"

"Why not? It'd be faster."

She shrugged. "Should we bring the wood we have over?"

"Yep."

"That will probably take a while," She sighed. "Oh well," She floated over above the remains of the cabin.

"I'll go get the wood." He heads back.

She waited until his return.

He comes back, bringing the wood.

A pile of metal drums (as in containers now... instruments) were laid out: the sand coyote standing in front of them. "I found these in the wreckage."

"Hm. Wonder what we could use these for..." He starts examining them.

They had images of fire on them. They felt heavy to the push.

"...Oh. That's what they were being used for."

"What should we do with them?" The coyote looked to the remains of the beach house. "Should I try to get pieces out?"

"I don't know.." He looks at the barrels, before growling and stands up. "But it don't matter."

"What do you mean?  Should I move them?"

"Nope. I'm gonna do what I should've done and make a shelter out of ice. You have a problem with that?"

"I... don't think so?  As long as it doesn't melt."

"I'll refreeze it to make sure it lasts during the storm." He starts making ice walls for the shelter.

"That's very considerate," She noted. "Should I help move the wood and stuff inside it?  Maybe we'll need it or something?"

"Yeah, good idea."

Considering she had to float above the water to pull the pieces over, it would take her at least a few hours, and the remaining housing rooms were easily too hard for the light sand creature to push over.

When he's done making the shelter, he starts to help her move things into it.

(How long would you wager until completion?)

(Hm...He's got the basic shelter down, maybe just bringing in the stuff and he'll fortify the walls and roof. So...maybe two hours? Give or take?)

(Alright)

Night had fallen at this point. The shelter was completed.

Ten points for swift building

"There, that wasn't so hard." He looks over at the sand coyote. "...Hm."

The coyote walked over to him, sitting down next to him. "It is very nice-looking," she nodded. "... Do you need food?"

"I'll..think of something. You know what? I forgot one thing in all this."

"Hm?"

"Your name. Do you have a name?"

"... I... don't... think so... I don't remember," She looked down.

"Hm...If you can't remember...then how about we come up with one?"

"What name would sound like me?" She asked.

"Hm..." He looks her over. "...How's Maple sound? I mean...anything sand-related would be too easy."

"That it because of the..." She looked over her hands at the tree-sap stripes.

"Is that bad?"

She shook her head. "No.  I think it sounds... friendly.  Pleasant."

"Oh. Maple it is."

She nodded, a smiling expression seeming to form. "... We have another day left, don't we?"

"...We do?"

"You had two days until the storm, yes?  We've spent one day."

"..." He throws his arms up. "I thought we were almost out of time!"

"... Well," She scooted in slightly closer. "Do you want to do something until the days are over?"

"...Like what?"

"Well... um... what is your life like?"

"..." He scratches his nose. "Um..."

"... You don't know?"

"No, I know."

"Then... is it a problem?"

"...It's not exactly a nice story to tell."

"You do not wish to tell it then?"

"I can at least tell you that I wasn't born naturally. Or born at all, really."

"... Built," She assumed."

"Bred. Cloned. Whichever."

"There are more?"

"Nope. I'm the lone exception."

"Do you know who made you?"

"Yep. He and I left on bad terms."

"You do not wish for me to ask anymore, do you?"

"I'd appreciate it, thank you."

"... Do you like bears?"

"Why?"

"You killed the bear."

"Oh. That. I don't have a problem with them. That one tried to attack me though."

"I haven't seen any other animals.  We're alone, aren't we?"

"Probably...How's the jacket holding up for you?"

She hugged the jacket. "It is very comfortable."

"That's good.." He rests his chin on his hand.

(Do you wish to skip?)

(Will I lose chance for points?)

(I suppose but it's unlikely to really add more than maybe ten total and even then it'd need a ton of work to push for.)

(...Fine. We can skip.)

Morning woke them--or just one of them--when the ground started to shake. The air was swirling around the ice barrier.

"Hm...storm's starting up?"

"Is... that's it," She looked up. "... We'll be okay, yes?"

"I hope so...I'll keep reinforcing the barrier."

The ground began to crack as blasting winds soon swirled up around them.

(Hooba)

ASONJA
“RANDOM CHANCE!” A hot bright canyon is where Asonja’s feet landed. He was under the shade just next to a stream of water: sparkling against the sun. There were many caves about and smoke was seen in the far distance, miles ahead.

A body was in the water, slowly drifting down the way. At first it would seem they were unconscious, but as she blinked,  it was clear she was simply relaxing in the slow current. She was an insect it seemed: a butterfly with thin yellow wings: black fur and gold stripes.

With Asonja's many questions and concerns about where he is now, the female first had caught his eye. He inched toward the stream as much as he could, trying not to be taken by the current, to grab the body and bring it ashore.

He slowly and carefully brought the body down to the ground and knelt beside it. "Hmm...her pulse seems weak," he says quietly. "Her lungs are probably water-logged..."

"Um..." Her eyes flickered open. "... Why aren't I in the water?"

This conversation was quickly stopped when a voice called out  "Is this on? GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS! THIS IS YOUR  ALMIGHTY URD  SPEAKING! You have arrived in your designated area! Hooray! Now! You must know that what you experience will be quite actual in all scenarios."

A score sheet appeared over Asonja's head.

"Two days until the storm.  You must create shelter!"

"Are you serious?" Asonja said, looking at the score sheet. "I am going to suck at this game..." He mutters to himself before looking back down at the female, speaking normally. "Are you alright? I saw you floating by this river here. Anything hurt, broken, etc.?"

"I was only relaxing," She shrugged.

Ten points added.

"..." He looked up at the board, narrowing his eyes. He might have an idea on what was up. "I see...I was slightly worried, that was all. Do you need help getting up, or...?"

She started to stand up, but her wings were too wet, weighing her down.

"I will take that as a yes..." Asonja says as he helped her up by holding her hand, and wrapping his left arm to keep her steady. "There we are...I do like those wings. I wish I had some of those. Must be great to flight around and feel the wind breeze. Or, am I thinking it wrong...?"

"It is very nice," she nodded. "The sky is too hot for it mostly though."

Five points added.

"That's understandable. I hate areas like these, where it's too hot. I just wish I could conquer air and sea; it's so much different than the land." Asonja then sighed. "I'm talking too much, I apologize. What I'm more concerned with at the moment is finding some shelter, food, and some drinkable water. I'm unsure if this lake here is suitable to drink from."

"I don't know if it has the same affect to you, but I've been drinking from it," She shrugged.

"Who knows." Asonja shrugged as well. "But, at least we have a water source. Now, we just need to find food and a roof or something over our heads. I'm not a good builder nor a scavenger so..."

"A roof?  Why?"

"I have a feeling a dangerous storm is on its way." Asonja said. "It's just a hunch.."

"You follow the weather?"

"...I guess?" Asonja shrugged, slightly confused. "I hate rainy days, but yet I like cloudy weather with few bits of thunder and lightning strikes. It's rather calming to me, and it's not too hot and not too cold. I'm not a heat nor a sun person."

"I don't think anyone would like this kind of weather," She noted. "So...we just walk on?"

"It seems that way to me." Asonja says as he begins to walk, his arm still around her to keep her up. "Let's follow the river this way, and stay in the shade. Well, at least I prefer to stay in the shade before the sun goes down."

She nodded as they went. It wasn't long before they arrived at a fork in the road. They could attempt to scale the middle wall, but the canyon was too high on either side to tell where the two paths went.

"Shoot...this is a predicament..." Asonja sighs. "I suppose we're going to have to guess where to go. Which side of this road do you think we should take?"

"Me?" She rose an eyebrow. "I don't really..." she looked at the water as it passed under the wall. "I was just floating about in the water.  I don't really know."

"Yes, you're right...I shouldn't put you in that situation. I apologize." He thought for a moment, sighing a bit afterwards. "We'll go left."

"... Alright," She shrugged, following him to the left. The path went on a downward slope, very slowly. The shade grew as the height of the walls rose upon their descent. Cracks along the walls and the increased volume of echoes filled each step.

"Thank god for shade..." Asonja says. "I was just about to sweat. Do you want to take a break from walking, by the way?"

"Are you tired?" She asked.

"...Yeah, hate to admit it. I don't walk long distances...." He slowly and carefully sat down on the side of the canyon wall.

The butterfly flapped her wings a bit, sighing as they were still a bit heavy. "Whenever you're ready."

He nods, and massaged his legs a little bit. "It's going to be a long and painful trip..." He mutters before being silent for a while. "...Oh Jeez, I forgot my manners. My name's Asonja by the way." He looked up toward the sky, as if measuring the humidity, the cloud formations, and just the sky in general.

"Does your name mean anything?"

"...What do you mean by that?" He looked at her for a moment. "Like...origin-wise or importance? If importance, then it means nothing. Origin-wise, also means nothing. After all, it's just a name. What's so special about it?"

"It sounds irregular," She noted.

He shrugged. "My parents probably hated me. I'll never know." He puts his hands behind his head, this time looking back up at the sky.

Cracking sounds came from high up. With so many loose rocks far up, the speed they'd fall at would be... leaving an impact. It was nearing 2-o-clock.

Asonja looked slightly concerned. He looked at the female. "Can you stand without my help? And run?"

She took a few steps. "I can walk at least."

"Well, we need to get out of this spot soon." He says as he has gotten up and walked along with her. "I might be paranoid, but I feel that a boulder from a 100 meter cliff of about 80,000 kilograms is about to come this way at high speeds. It'll leave a huge mark if we stand there any longer."

She looked up. "Oh... right," She started walking forward again.

After a few moments of silence, Asonja asked. "So, I said my name...what's yours?"

"I don't know,"She answered. They seemed to get further down as they went. The light was beginning to dim.

"Shoot...we're losing our heat source." Asonja mutters under his breath, seeming to ignore the fact that she has no name. "We need to find some wood or anything burnable to create heat for the night.

The girl looked about. Aside from some roots poking out, nothing appeared in sight.

"...Oh boy." Asonja says. "We're gonna freeze out here. Knowing that it gets super hot out here, it'll get super cold. Be careful."

As they went, the two found that there was a continuous path forward going down, but a hole to the right. Loose rocks, large enough to climb up.

Asonja looked a bit nervous, gulping and stepping back slightly. "Uhh...maybe we should go a different way...I think the right way is a bit better than this.."

"We walk back then?"

"Yeah. I'm not a fan of heights, basically. And I hate falling, as it also correlates to my fear of heights."

"I'd fly up but it's pretty... small.  Do you think we'll get back to the surface before dark?"

"Maybe...it depends on how far down it goes, or how fast we can get up."

"Well, which way do we go then?"

Asonja sat there for a moment, thinking. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, though even if that was his thought, there was no possible way he could upset her by changing plans. He doesn't acknowledge that fact, sighs, and says, "We'll climb down."

"You mean walk down further?"

"...Yeah that. Sorry, I'm not thinking straight at the moment." Asonja scratched his head a bit.

"... Alright," She started further down.

Five points removed

It went on for a half-hour until finally clearing up. The two were walking out to a flat section of the canyon, walled off at the sides.

He had his arms crossed, walking along-side. He was silent, as there wasn't much to talk about, in his mind. At one point, he wanted to strike up a conversation, considering he lost a few points. He mentally shook his head, as nothing was coming to mind. He looked up at the sky, trying to tell the time by using his instincts, but they didn't cooperate with him at the current moment.

There didn't appear to be any further path in this massive opening, though some grass was growing in select spots.

"I could probably fly out," The girl noted.

"You could, but I'm not sure how I could get out of this." Asonja shrugged.

"I... could try to carry you out?"

Asonja scratched the back of his head, looking hesitant. "I mean...you could do that. Wouldn't hurt to try, but I'm not sure that I'm light enough."

She wrapped her hands around his arms, slowly flapping up some feet before collapsing back down on the ground.

He sighed, and thought for a moment. "I figured so...It was a good try though. You're pretty strong, I'll have to admit." He complimented as he thought.

"I guess," She shrugged, looking up.

Five points added

"I... could fly up to see if there's an opening?"

"Sure. I'll be down here. I'll join you momentarily. Just call me and I'll try to get up there faster if you're in trouble."

"Okay.  I'll be back I promise," She started toward the edge of the walls.

Asonja said nothing at first, but then cupped his hands around his mouth to shout, "Be safe, okay?!" He looked confused as to why he said that. He felt weird, knowing that he doesn't usually say that. He shrugged it off, thinking it was instinct. During the rest of the time, he kept watch of her and thinking at the same time.

She was soon out of sight.

Five points added

Asonja was alone, and the sun was slowly nearing the late afternoon. The wind blew, and slowly the sound of a creaking could be located at the far end of this canyon enclosure, just behind a cracked section of the wall.

"I have to think of something fast or I'm a frozen pancake..." Asonja said to himself. "Though, I am curious about that crack...could I fit in there? No, that's too dangerous...I could get squashed pretty quickly...drat, come on! Quit being such a wuss and get on with it." He went to check out the crack before doing anything else.

Through the crack, he could see what seemed to be a very rusty old vehicle: the door swaying back and forth.

"...I swear if this is a Model T Ford, I will be surprised..." Asonja stated as he went closer to the vehicle to examine it.

The crack was a bit too small to get through, but the car seemed to be some old form of Jeep. Perhaps it was carrying something.

"Oh shoot...I don't think I can get in there. Dang it..." Asonja sighed. "I mean...I could try it?" He got onto his knees to see if he could crawl in it. "How'd the Jeep get in there anyway?"

There wasn't much else could see through the crack, but perhaps it could be damaged.

"My curiosity is picking at me...I need to see this for myself closer." Asonja got up to his feet and tried to make the crack bigger by, illogically, pushing at opposite sides of the crack. Perhaps he has forgotten what he could do with his body...

The pressure wasn't doing much. It seemed most of the weight was pushing out rather than going in.

"Darn it... I'll try to remember this location for later once I get in." He ran back to where he was previously, going back to thinking. "Perhaps there are places where I can get a foot hold?"

The butterfly girl was flying back toward him now.

"Oh! What'd you find out there? Did anything attempt to hurt you in anyway?"

"W- no, I'm okay," She shook her head, landing. "I saw some kind of car though."

"I did too." Asonja said, pointing to the crack. "I figured that there would be some way to get in there from here, but I had no luck. Was there an open end on the other side to get the car?"

"It was kind of covered in rocks... Maybe we could... break the wall open or something?"

"I did try that, but I am not sure we have any explosives or super strength with us." Asonja shrugged for probably the 3rd time in the last few minutes. "Dang, it was a pretty cool Jeep as well, and I think I saw something in it too...now I'm just desperate to get that thing open."

"...So we just walk back then?"

"No, I think I'll have to find my way across this..." He cracked his knuckles and went up to a wall that he thought was good enough to have grips on, and tried to climb it. Though, he didn't get too far when he slipped and fell about a meter. "Argh...no use."

(Wall near the car thing?) (Yeah)

The butterfly looked about, walking back with a stick. "Maybe this will help?"

He took the stick anyway, looking rather determined. "We can try." Instead of using a stick for an expected purpose, he dug the stick into the ground a bit until it had a good stability. He jumped onto the top of the stick, keeping his balance fairly well. Then, using his core energy that he hasn't bothered to use before, he jumped up just about at the top of the wall. He brought himself up. "Alright! I made it over! Come along!" He fell off the other side, but didn't land on his feet, but on his back. "Owww..." His voice echoed slightly on the other side.

"W- I- I was meaning using it to break the wall open!" She flew up and over quickly, looking around for Asonja.

Five points added

He got up, rubbing his side which was damaged from the fall. "Argh...that hurt...well, at least we got to the other side. Shall we go check on the Jeep? I bet some pretty interesting stuff is inside it."

"... Are you sure you're okay?"

He nods, though he actually sprained a bit of his back. He just pretended that he was fine. "Yeah. I've been through worse. Don't worry about it. Come on, let's go check on the vehicle."

"... Okay," She stepped up to it, looking into the trunk. There were canisters, rope, some electronic equipment, wood...

"Jeez, all of these seem to be old...I'd say about thousands of years old." Asonja says, digging through stuff, but with great care. "I've heard about these vehicles being used in battles or something. At least, that's the first time anyway. I doubt one of these were the ones used in battles.."

"They might be," She shrugged. "... Maybe there's oil in it?"

"Let me check." He walked to the front, knowing exactly where the hood was. He opened it and unhooked the oil from the engine and used a flashlight he found in the jeep to look inside. "Yup. There's oil, but it's OLD oil."

(Lucky for you, yes there is, but that's for me to decide.) (Whoopsies, sorry. I keep doing that.)

"Well, can we still use it?"

"It'll be rare if it works. The chances are pretty low." He jumps in the driver seat and tries to find the key for the ignition.

The keys were hanging from it. The butterfly girl looked over.

"Oh. They're already in. Okay, don't fail me now..." He turned the key to try to turn it on.

The car made a brief sound before a larger sound... and the larger sound was a boom.

"..Was that the jeep?" Asonja asked, worriedly. He was stopping what he was doing.

the butterfly was above now. "It definitely was... Maybe we shouldn't start it.  I don't think we could drive it anyway unless we dug it all out."

"Aww..." Asonja sighed. "Shoot. I really want to drive it too. I hate walking."

"Maybe we could take the oil out for fire?" She asked.

"True..." Asonja stated and tried to find an oil container. "Perhaps if there's some extra oil and some matches, we should be fine."

There were some boxes in the trunk.

He went to check the trunk, checking to see if she was still around, as if he got the impression that she got bored and left on her own. He usually thinks this a lot.

The butterfly girl waved silently.

He waved back a little bit, but he looked hesitant on doing so, like he was confused. He went back to checking the boxes, occasionally looked back at her again like she was going to vanish soon.

The boxes were empty, save one with some very stale old food. The butterfly looked quite confused now. "Are we going to move the oil into the boxes?"

"Yeah, it's going to be difficult because...well...we can't lift the car. I'm not strong enough to do so, but I know how to drain the oil and that's from the bottom. Bare with me here, patience is key for survival...at least I've been told. I ran out of patience a long time ago to begin with so..." He stopped talking as he emptied the boxes and tried to slide the box under the jeep as well as sliding himself under it.

The back half of the jeep was tilted upward; enough for him to fit most of his body. "Should I try to break the wall down so we can slide the car into the rest of the area?"

"That'll be great, thank you." Asonja manages to find the oil drain from under the jeep, moved a bit, and opened the drain so it would fall into the box. "Ah jeez, it reeks..." He coughs and crawls out.

It was mucky and black but oozing out all the same. The butterfly began kicking at the wall, but did little to break it down. She started pushing against it with a broken piece of the car.

"Do you need help with that?" Asonja got up and touched the wall. He began to turn purple, and the wall burst open, a bit bigger than was supposed to be intended. "Whoops..."

The butterfly jerked back, looking back and forth between him and the now open wall.

"...Just pretend you didn't see that..." Asonja muttered and walked back to the Jeep.

"What was that?" She asked, immediately ignoring the advice.

Asonja sighed hopelessly. "Nevermind..." He pulled out the crate, and closed it, seeing now it was full of oil. "Alright, we got the oil for the fire. We're gonna have to work together on dragging this out."

She nodded, walking around to the back of the jeep.

Asonja walked to the front and began to glow purple again as he pulled. The jeep began to move forward inch by inch.

The butterfly pushed and soon the car was sliding down the incline: bouncing against the stone as it neared the flat ground ahead.

Asonja moved out of the way so he wasn't squished by the Jeep. "Sweet. We might have gotten ourselves a good source of transportation, if we can repair it."

"How long will that take?" she looked up. "It's... getting late."

"Probably not long enough until the storm arrives." Asonja notes. "We're going to have to make the fire here for now."

"What do we burn?"

"With the oil." He points to the crate.

"What do we burn the oil on though?  It won't last forever..."

"...The crate itself?" Asonja shrugged.

"Is that enough wood?"

"Probably not enough to last the whole night." Asonja scratched the back of his left ear.

"Maybe we could... look around... more?" She didn't seem particularly sure of herself with this suggestion. "... Can you use your purple to... fly up?"

"I dunno..." Asonja stated. "I've never quite used it before. I mean, I have, but I don't use it at all. I'm supposed to use it often but I don't. It gets weaker whenever I don't use it."

"... So... you can't?"

"I can use it...but it's very weak as of right now. What you saw was..probably the weakest that I have used the ability."

"... Maybe you should rest..." She sighed. "I wish there were food..."

"There would be in the Jeep, but it's probably way overexpired..." Asonja sighed too. He then came up with an idea and picked up some sand. "There's another thing that I can do...Dunno if this is enough to do it." He glowed purple, very dimly, and the sand in his hand swirled into what appears to be a small rectangular box. He handed it to her. "I'm not sure what you like, so in this box should contain your supposed favorite food. I apologize if I get it wrong. I'll be starting the fire momentarily."

"... How would..." She opened the box.

Inside was possibly enough food to feed her for the entire night, packed with her favorite snacks and main courses. Asonja was sitting there, twiddling his thumbs, like he was nervous if he got judged for getting them wrong. "It takes a lot of practice...but with the right amount of mass, I can turn sand into anything of use...to a certain extent."

(So he's turning sand into something that reacts to what others think?)

(It's basically saying that he's turning sand into something that he THINKS. He's not psychic so he doesn't KNOW that it's right.)

(How is he doing that?)

(By turning the right amount of sand as a placeholder for the nanites to go around the sand and form it into something physical. Is that alright to do or...not?)

(Well... it's possible to do, but the nanites are naturally stone and metal physically.  It would involve type pink chaos energy to change the material.  If that's something he can do, then yeah.  I'm just trying to figure out the context is all.)

(Ah. All it is is that Asonja is trying to appease her by giving her food that he created himself with his abilities. He is nervous because he thinks she won't like what he gives.)

(That's fine, but is what I described what he's doing?)

(We'll go with yes)

(Alrighty then.)

"... You're magic?" she asked.

"In a way, sort of." Asonja answered. "It's hard to explain, though."

"We still can't get up though?"

"I mean, we could." Asonja states. "Though, it takes a lot of work, even for me. Even with my abilities, I'm still pretty weak."

"You made a box of food."

"...Yes, I know." Asonja says. "I never used it for anything fighting wise or survival means. Unless it was absolutely needed."

"Can you make the car... repaired?"

"...You know what? I think you might be on to something." Asonja stood up and went to the car. "I've never really quite fixed a car before, but I think you might be right. It'll take a while, but rest up while I do this. You've done a great amount of work for me to get this far, and I want to repay you now."

Asonja picked up more sand, and attempted to slowly create the parts needed, his glow a dim purple.

"W-well, I mean, I mostly just flew and looked around," she scratched her head bashfully, "but thanks."

"Hey, just relax for a while." Asonja states. "I got this. Just eat your dinner, relax, and maybe take a nap or something and I'll do the hard work for now. I'd feel guilty if I hadn't helped out."

"You did a lot already," She noted, but sat down as suggested.

"Since when?" Asonja asked. "I don't remember helping you all that much."

She looked up to him from her box. "You carried me for a while, helped with the car, opened the wall, got the oil out..."

"...Well I suppose that's true..." Asonja muttered a bit.

"And now you're helping with the car."

"Yes, I am..." Asonja said. He was standing there for a moment, as if trying to find more excuses to say.

"... How is it going?"

"...I think it's going well, thanks for asking." He seems to have finally gave up on bringing himself down on a lower level for the moment. He went back to working on the Jeep.

She looked over the progress.

The Jeep seemed to be just about fixed on the inside. He was cleaning off some of the rust and openings with new parts. He was also cleaning the outside of the jeep, giving it a new dark grey paintjob.

"... Will it... drive?" She asked, walking over.

"I think so, but the ignition is a bit rusty. I can't fix that, but everything else should run fine."

She hopped into the car. "Do you drive?"

"Yeah." Asonja got into the driver's side. "Well, maybe. It shouldn't be too hard. We'll learn as we go." He brings out the key and puts it into the ignition to turn it on.

It sputtered before starting up. The lights even turned on.

"Sweet. That's a good sign." Asonja says as he gripped the wheel. "Alright...there's a switch here..." He looked to his right at the throttle, and put it on drive. "And two petals...maybe this right one makes it move?" He lightly tapped it.

The car slowly moved forward.

"...Interesting. Alright, I believe we found or source of transportation." Asonja stated, turning off the car for a moment.

It was night now. "Should we drive back to that other path?" The butterfly asked.

"Seeing that we can't go anywhere else on this one, I don't see why not." Asonja turns the car back on and begins to move the car to the opposite direction they came from. He didn't go very fast, mainly because he was nervous.

They were soon entering the pass again. The car slowed at the uphill drive but did not lose gas... yet. Cracking noise were still heard above.

"...Those noises are making me more scared than I already am..." Asonja says, looking up and around.

The butterfly took his hand, squeezing gently for reassurance as they passed by. It took at least twenty minutes to get back to their starting point at the path fork.

Asonja had surprisingly held onto her hand for a considerable amount of time. He kept going at the other path. "...I also appreciate the reassurance; it means a lot to me."

"I can tell," She nodded as they reached the split. "We're past it now though."

Asonja still held her hand though, like he had other worries. "That's good...we're crossing new territory here, and it's rather nerve-wrecking."

"Well, it's- hhungh..." she tucked in a bit at the sudden cold as they went higher up the path. Night in the desert.

Asonja gripped her hand a bit tighter, and the nanites travelled across her body and wrapped her in a soft fluffy blanket. It seemed to be a pink color, but it was hard to tell. "Will that help?"

She stiffened a bit. "How... are... th-these ar-"

Asonja was silent, looking to be slightly embarrassed or ashamed. He he continued to drive with the headlights on, going in one single direction slowly.

"How long?" She asked.

"...Not sure." He answered finally, after about 20 seconds of more silence. He looked down at the speedometer for the speed and the remaining gas.

They had an hour or so still on the gas. They were nearing the top of the canyon area, allowing for a better view of their heading. The smoke had long been gone from the far-away distance, but some kind of structure was visible at a higher point at least three miles ahead.

"...Interesting. Signs of life?" Asonja asked, speeding up only slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing, I though I saw a snake..." Asonja shivered a little bit. "I forgot that snakes are venomous in the desert."

"As long as we're still moving, they shouldn't hurt us right?"

"Yeah...I hate snakes. They're creepy."

"Have you been bitten before?..." She changed the subject soon after. "You're supposed to make a shelter right?"

"Yeah, I was." Asonja stated, ignoring the previous question on purpose. "Do you want to stop here to make it?"

"No... well... I mean, can't you use that... sand to make it?"

"Yeah, but do you want me to do it now?"

"Well, we have the night and the next day still so we can wait, right?"

"True, true." Asonja nods and continues on his way. "Also, on the snake thing again...I don't mind answering to your question you wanted to leave behind, so I apologize for bringing it up again, but in case you wanted to know, yes, I have been bitten by a snake before. Poisonous. I believe it was a Rattlesnake."

"I'm... sorry to hear that.  You're not dead though, so... that's... good," She attempted to sound comforting.

"I was honsetly surprised I lived. I was, probably 4 years old when my parents were still around. They worked miracles, especially my father. They both had something special, but my father especially was an interesting case. My mother always made people do what she thought was necessary. I once got in trouble for getting in a fight in my school, and when I told my mom the story, she was fumming and got me out of it. She hates it when I get in trouble when I do something right. My father, though, he was busy working all day, but when mom was out of town, he would be there to protect me and my twin brother. He can sort of grow like my brother can; I think manipulating growth is natural in all dragons, though I was born from one, so...I wouldn't imagine me growing to the size of a building anytime soon."

He realizes that he was talking too much and decided to stop talking and continue driving.

"... You can turn into a dragon?"

"No, but I am part dragon. I have the dragon's blood in me, but I'm not physically a dragon."

"Is that what let you do the... sand thing?"

"Nono, that's something else. Which is...harder to explain. You see, there's another kind of...species, I guess we'll put it, that has a much different system of how they function. They're known as Identities. My brother and I are part Identity, because our parents were as well.

"So you're three things at once?"

"Blood-wise and structure-wise, yes." Asonja rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "I have the blood of a dragon, outside body of a hedgehog, and a bodily system like an Identity."

"That sounds... difficult."

"Yeah. That's why I get called a monster sometimes for what I do." He shrugs as he continues looking ahead at the wide, vast dirt road of the desert.

"That's... silly, did you do anything actually monsterous?"

"...Not...really...You honestly got me stuck on a road block on my train of thought, I've never thought of doing anything monsterous to begin with...I did want to several times, but, I never actually did them."

"Huh... And you didn't come to the canyon just by yourself right?"

"I just appeared here, but I have some suspicions." He was starting to get really tired, as he had shadows under his massive eyes and his eyes were narrowing. "I'll never know for sure how I got here...but this atmosphere is making me sleepy...maybe I haven't actually slept in about a few weeks..."

"I can drive for you if you'd like."

"Nono, that's fine...I can...do this..." He leaned forward a bit, before snapping back awake. "...Yeah, you can drive..." He stopped the car and got out of the driver's side. "Careful, the sand is really cold."

She climbed over the seat to get to the driving seat.

He sat down on the passenger seat. "Okay, you remember what I told you about how to drive it?"

"Not really," She began driving forward. "I'll go slow.  You sleep."

"Alright..." Asonja sat there for a moment, hunching a bit. He didn't seem to be falling asleep, but he was close to. It looked like that his brain was overworking itself, causing him to stay awake.

Eventually they neared an end to their driving by means of a steep makeshift stairway toward a large wooden building it would seem some ten or so yards up.

Asonja was just about to fall asleep before he noticed they stopped. "Eh...? What happened?"

"I think we're here," She informed.

"Here...? Here where...?"

"The thing we were driving to?" She guessed.

"I suppose...I'll go check it out." Asonja gets out and walks up the stairs. He was horribly tired and uncoordinated; he almost fell down the stairs many times.

The butterfly girl kept behind him, pressing him forward until they finally reached the top. The wood boards creaked loudly once they stepped up to them. No light was seen inside, and most of the glass windows were broken.

There was a balcony and innerhouse it seemed.

"It appears no one's home. I believe we can make use of this place." Asonja stated, and walks inside. "Please have food and a bed..."

Cupboards were located, and to the far left was an old but usable bed. It seemed stable enough.

"I think I found a bunker or something," The butterfly called over form another room.

Asonja ran over to her. "A bunker? Where?"

She had moved over a carpet rug, showing a stairway underneath.

"Whoa...this is just foreshadowing something dangerous, I just know it." Asonja stated.

"The storm?" She asked, stepping inside.

"Most likely." Asonja stayed above, actually scared of the dark below. She looked up to him. "Are you coming?"

"...In a minute..." He stated, and he slowly made his way inside.

It was quite pitch-black, especially considering it was night. "There has to be a switch," The butterfly began feeling around.

Asonja had fallen down the stairs and he held himself against the railing, panting and gripping the railing tightly to the sound of cracking wood. "I'm okay, I'm okay, everything's fiiiiiiine."

"You're not bleeding, right?" She asked.

"At least I think so." He checked his body. "...Yup, that's blood...etch, why I did taste it...?"

"What?" A stumbling sound was heard, followed by an "oof!"

"Oi!" He tried to find her, by walking around. "You alright?!"

"I'm okay!  Can you make a light or something?"

Using his Nanites, he created a lantern with a dim candle. "Here. Anything broken?"

She was standing now, seeming unharmed. "I don't think so."

They were in a basement. Boxes of various stored goods and a fridge were inside.

"Oh!" She walked over to a switch, pressing it. It shocked her, forcing her to step back.

Asonja came over and stayed beside her. "Alright, easy there." He says. "Perhaps we shouldn't touch that anymore."

"Yeah," She fixed the fuzz around her neck. "What is all this stuff?"

"Looks to be vintage." Asonja stated, getting closer to them. "This is possibly a fallout shelter, in my eyes."

"Should we open them?  You haven't eaten anything."

"True. I'm not really hungry to begin with." Asonja shrugged, his stomach growling loudly in protest. "...Well, maybe a little." He changed his mind. "But, with food possibly this old, I wouldn't recommend eating from them. I'd advice checking the expiration dates on them, if they have them."

"Uh..." She looked over the boxes. "They just have labels.  Maybe the food has the dates inside?"

"Perhaps. I'll help you out." He walked over next to her, and opened up several of the boxes.

Inside were various assorted foods in cans. Most were soups with a few with some alchoholic beverages and chocolate pudding. While they showed expiration dates, considering neither of them knew what the date was currently, it didn't appear relevant.

"...Well, only one way to find out." Asonja went into a box and pulled out a random bottle, being a can of soup. He opened it with a can opener he spawned, and took a look.

It had a strong smell, but thankfully not a bad one. Noodles and liquid inside.

"Hmm...so far so good..." Asonja spawned an electric oven with a pot, and poured in the soup. Only because he was too lazy to go up the stairs himself to put them in the oven. "Now, we just heat it up and see how it'll taste."

"You can do... a lot of things," The butterfly blinked. "... That's... really cool."

He chuckled a bit, obviously flustered with his anxious tone of voice. "Heheh...I don't really think it's that cool."

"I can't make stuff like that with my hands.  How did you learn all that anyway?  I- I mean, I know you said you were that... Identity thing, but like... you trained or something?"

"Well, firstly, I didn't even know I had it. It was more like I discovered it on accident. Remember what I said about that snake accident I told you about? That's basically where it all began. Once the Rattlesnake bit into my arm, I had to amputate it so the poison wouldn't spread. Once I did that, I noticed how easily my skin pierced and it turned into sand. I was so scared, I went to my brother who just told me to give it a moment and it grew back. Eventually, I experimented with it and I learned that I could convert the mass of this sand into something of equal mass, and I could basically make whatever I wanted."

"So snakes can't hurt you anymore?"

"They haven't been, apparently. Nothing was able to hurt me." He then mumbles under his breath, "except words..."

"Words?"

"Yes, words. People don't know it, but words actually hurt more than physical attacks." Asonja hinted something pretty dark before getting the soup of the stove to give it a taste, despite how dangerously hot it was.

"Like... low self-esteem?"

"In a way, yes...also this soup doesn't taste all that bad. It seems safe."

"That's good... Wait," She stepped out of the basement area. "There's a breeze..."

"...A breeze?" Asonja asked and followed. "You're making it foreshadow-y, don't do that, please. It's scaring me already."

"Well there is," she noted. "... Maybe we should close up the house?"

"That would be best." Asonja waved his hands, sand going in all directions. The sand closed windows and doors, as well as sealing them. "There we go. That should hold for a while."

"So we just wait here until the storm ends, right?" she walked back down.

"It seems that way, yes." Asonja replies. "And, before you ask, I am VERY afraid of thunder and lightning."

"I don't like those either," She shrugged. "... How long can we keep the light?"

"For a while, I can presume."

"Hm..."

"Greetings!" A voice yelled from behind Asonja.

Asonja screams, poofed into sand and wooshed behind some boxes.

"Great Scott!  Control yourself, man!"

He refomed back to his physical form. still behind the boxes. "Sorry...it's my self-defense mechanism. And, yes, my self-defense mechanism is turning into sand and flying away. Don't ask questions."

"I have arrived to inform you that you may skip into the future if you are completed in this moment.  ALSO, Ten points for early completion of first task."

Asonja blinked a few times before coming out of the boxes. "I uh...sure, timeskip it is."

The voice ended, and suddenly loud winds were heard outside.

"Ah jeez, it's just getting worse..." Asonja sat down on the cold, basement floor. Of course, storms were not his strong suits.

"Maybe if we- Ee!" The butterfly jumped back as a loud crashing sound was heard outside.

Asonja jumped too and went to the butterfly. "What happened? Was that thunder...?"

"I don't want to find out."

The ground began to shake beneath them.

"Oh God, even an Earthquake?" Asonja stated, before creating a stabe steel pole to hold onto.

They could see small cracks forming in the ground. A slam was heard as a large plank of wood went shooting through the doorway.

Asonja formed a steel wall, breaking the plank's path toward them. "Don't tell me...it's a Tornado with a little mix of an Earthquake..."

The hole caused by the plank was leading to strong winds seeping in, breaking pieces of the door as it went.

Asonja attempted to stop it, but the house was already gone. The basement remained, and he made sure the pole he made earlier was still stable. "Hold on to this pole! It's all we got to stablize ourselves!" Asonja shouted over the roaring wind.

She gripped it tightly, looking around just as... the basement began to rise.

"This is stronger than I thought...Hold on!" Asonja's right arm transformed into the sand again, and he created steel box around himself, the pole, and the butterfly. "This should keep us safe for a while...It's quite sturdy..."

The air began to get thin as they seemed to be going higher into the air.

"...Ooookay, that's not good." Asonja says. "At least we're still alive..." Asonja tried impletmenting oxygen masks into the steel cube; he dared not to open anything from outside the cube.

The storm would go on for hours, banging and turning the room about.

Asonja was sitting there, waiting for this storm. "So uh...do you wanna play cards or something?"

The butterfly didn't seem able to respond, just clinging tensely to the pole.

"...Yeah, it's best not to talk or anything." Asonja gets up and holds onto the pole as well, coincidentally putting his glove over her hand.

Eventually the storm ended, and everything went silent.

"...Oddly quiet here..." Asonja stated as his arm transformed into a blade to cut a rectangular window to view the outside

They were miles in the air. Their bunker of sorts was held up by a large mountain.

"What are the chances," Asonja looked surprised. "Sheesh...how far did we go?"

The butterfly shakily stepped over to look. "Th-that'. that's high.."

"It's alright, we seem to be pretty stable here," Asonja reassured. "I might be able to chop part of this mountain's tip and make a flat ground for us?"

"We aren't going down?"

"...Well, we could do that, but it's still very steep." Asonja noted. "It would take a while for us to climb down without the proper equipment, even though I could spawn our own, it's still dangerous."

"How long can we stay up here?" She asked.

"Not long, I'm guessing. It's still way too dangerous to climb down from here."

"Then how do we get down?"

"...Either we climb down, or slide down." Asonja stated. "As I've said before, both choices are still dangerous."

"Maybe if I fly slowly down I can carry you down?" she suggested.

"Alright..." Asonja says and the steel box turns into a flat steel platform. "I'm very light, I think.."

"Well... here we go..." She took hold of him and began to descend.

He carefully held onto her, the steel platform behind them forming into sand and then back to Asonja's system. He made sure that, whenever this fails, he was coming up with plans to make sure he doesn't get hurt.

They were able to descend for about two minutes before the butterfly began to groan. "Are we close to the surface?"

"Let me check..." Asonja worriedly looked down to see.

The surface was in view, but still very far down.

"I'll take it from here," Asonja says. "On the count of three, you're going to let go, I'll grab onto you, and I'll take the rest. Alright?"

"What?"

"Just let go of me. Trust me.."

"... Uh..." Her grip loosened.

"Everything will be fine..." He says before he lets go on his own, and grabs her arm to take her down with him. While falling, he carries her bridal style, and he concentrates as he grew wings of his own; they looked like tattered black dragon wings, having a wide wingspan. He freefalls to the surface, and stablizes before reaching the ground safely. His wings vanished in a sand and back into his system. "Just now I figured out I could do body features, too."

"J-just now?" She asked, shaking slightly.

"Yeah...it takes me ages to think of what I can do, so..." He sets her back on her feet, patting her shoulder. "There we go. That was quite the fall, but, we're still alive. That's good, right?"

She nodded, looking about the area. The desert canyon was now overgrown by grass, and the canyon inclines were filled with deep rivers.

"Whoa...what the heck happened?" Asonja took a few steps forward, looking out at the horizon.

"It's... it's very different," The butterfly rubbed her eyes. "You are seeing this too, right?" She rubbed the grass.

"Of course I do." Asonja stated. "We might both be dreaming and our minds both connected and made this...dream world, maybe. It feels real to me, but it feels too peaceful..."

A pop sound was heard before "SIR ASONJA!" behind the hedgehog.

He jumped, but did not scream. "...Oh, it's you again. Greetings again." He says, wiping his forehead for a moment.

MARS AND RIVEN
“POWER OF TWO!” Both Riven and Mars found themselves dropped at the gate of a massive castle. It was silver with white designs along it. A glowing forest of twisting trees surrounded it. It was nearly blinding but thankfully the doors opened to show a more general volume of light inside.

A lone woman, tall and thin, with a tall neck and pointed face, stepped forward wearing a black dress that trailed yards behind her. She gestured to the inside of the castle as if inviting them.

Riven and Mars looked at eachother, then the woman, before shrugging and walking towards the castle. "... How come this castle isn't grimdark and mine is..?" Riven mumbled to himself with a small sigh.

"I believe tha-" Before the woman could speak further, the voice of the short crowned man came up "Is this on? GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS! THIS IS YOUR ALMIGHTY URD SPEAKING! You have arrived in your designated area! Hooray! Now! You must know that what you experience will be quite actual in all scenarios."

A score sheet suddenly appeared on the heads of both of them. "You will gain and lose points based on your actions! Best of luck!"

"... Well, to answer your que-" The woman was once again interrupted when Urd quickly called back in "Oh yes, and you have two days to construct a sustainable fortress before a terrible storm comes through."

"Huh.. Construct a sustainable fortress? This a game show..?" Riven asked, while Mars just shrugged.

"This castle is a fortress enough I would have assumed," The woman noted, pressing a hand to her chin in pondering.

"Is something going to happen to the castle?" Mars asked.

The woman looked to Mars, blinking once or twice silently before looking down again. She didn't seem to have an answer to that question.

Riven just shrugged, taking the piece of paper off his head. "Well.. Time to make like Perturabo and fortify fortify fortify~" He chuckled.

"That's Dorn.." Mars sweatdropped, still wondering what the heck he got himself into.

Riven's hand passed through the sheet, as if it were a hologram.

The woman looked back and forth between the two of them. "What are you called?"

"I'm Riven." The waifish looking human answered. "I'm Mars." The greyish green wolf spoke.

The woman fixed her long silver hair aside for a moment. "I see..." Thunder sounded in the distance as the woman turned to walk further into the castle's courtyard. Horses were heard in the distance to the left.

Mars shrugged. "Well, lets get this over with.." He chuckled, as the two followed the woman.

The woman stepped through a set of doors, leading to a hall of white and grey stone. Various artifacts lined the walls on pillars.

"So who's coming to the castle by horseback?" Riven asked, as Mars looked at each of the various artifacts.

"What's your name by the way..?" Mars asked:

Most artifacts were some kind of clothing, though items, weapons, and occasionally, gemstones, sat about as well.

"My name?" The woman turned back to Mars.

"Yeah!" Mars smiled. "I mean, we did introduce ourselves so its only fair you do the same."

"... I... would ask that, yes," The woman pondered somewhat vaguely.

Riven just shrugged, staying silent because he had no real contribution to this conversation.

"Soo, what is your name?" Mars asked again.

"I do not know what I should be addressed as," She informed.

"Hmm.. Nashandra..?" Riven suggested.

"Is... that what I'd be called?" She asked.

"Only if you wish to be called Nashandra." Riven answered.

"It sounds pronouncable enough," She nodded. The area pulsed for a moment, from the clean white to dirty black.

"This castle can change too? Why can't mine turn into a walking fortress when I ask it too.. Stupid Oracles.. qwq"

"Oracles?" The woman inquired.

"Nothing important really." Riven shrugged, he really didnt feel like explaining what they were nor could he really give an accurate explanation.

"Do either of you need food?" Nashandra asked.

Riven and Mars both shook their head no.

"But I am curious about something Nashandra..? I heard horses earlier, from the western front I believe..? Who's horses might those be?"

"Horses for those that live here," She informed.

"Huh, well that answers that.." Riven shrugged. "Maaan, I have no clue why i'm here and It's driving me.. Well I wouldnt say nuts.. Wonky."

"Do you wish to ride the horses?" She asked.

"... Sure, why not? It could be fun..?" Riven shrugged.

The glowing woman nodded, turning quickly to the doorway in order to lead them to the pastures. As she did so, suddenly the flickering went off again, the castle changing to the more decayed form once more as the faint neighing of horses became suddenly very loud.

"Seriously!? Why is this castle trying to remind me of castle Grimskull!!" Riven shouted, while Mars shifted around a tad nervously. This was starting to get spooky for him and he was ready to electrocute the crap outta any jumpscare attempts.

"I... this-" The woman shook her head. "Perhaps we should be outside," She hurried out the doors.

Mars followed after the woman at a brisk pace, while Riven just walked casually.. Like he was used to creepy castles that do creepy stuff. "Hmm.. The decor needs some improvement..~"

"What do you mean?" Nashandra walked toward the stables.

"For one, if this castle is supposed to be grimdark.. Where are the skulls, or the fountains of blood, or the obsidian walls, or the many diabolical traps and hexes meant to sow utter despair into any invading force? Seriously.. I give this a four outta ten for lack of any true grimdark decorations.. Even some creepy ambiance would do.." Riven lectured, despite his supposed distaste for the excessively grimdark castles his predecessors liked Riven seemed to know quite a bit on grimdark decorative fixtures and the like.

"Geeze, what are you; some kind of Final boss wannabe..?" Mars sweatdropped.

"No, I'm the Dark Lord.... And a very unintimidating one at that.. Sigh." Riven grumbled.

"This castle is not meant to be horrific," Nashandra noted. "You are a Dark Lord?" She opened the gate to the stables.

"Yes.. It's just a job and no i'm not into world domination or any of that crap, that can wait until much later."

"So you still plan to dominate the world later?"

"Probably, probably not.. Who knows, maybe when it doesn't involve a lot of work."

"Do you want to?" She walked into the stables.

"Right now? No, I have other priorities.. Like pizza, and video games."

"... I see.  Are you coming inside?"

"Yeah." The two stepped inside.

A line of healthy horses waited for them. "Have you ridden before?"

"Yes." Riven replied, while Mars shook his head no. "Can't, horses just don't like me for some reason.." He wasn't going to mention the whole electrokinesis thing yet.

"Are you sure you do not want to try?"

"Positive."

"Hm... very well," She climbed up to a horse's back, reaching out to Riven.

Riven took her hand, trying to climb on the horse.

Soon they were riding slowly out the stables. Nashandra looked to Mars. "What will you be doig?"

"I'll be trying to figure out what that weird guy said about making a fortress before a storm occurrs..."

"Oh... well best of luck then," She smiled before riding off out the gates into the forest of glowing trees. The trees were spaced out, most fairly young and thin, but few had leaves, as if a fire had gone through and these were the scortched remains.

Mars was left still in the stables with the remaining horses. The animals began to slow and finally stop completely, freezing in place.

Mars scowled, looking at the horses. "What do you want..?" He grumbled, electricity arcing off his arms.

Riven paid attention to the trees.

The horses didn't answer, or move... for a moment, before suddenly jerking back to regular movement, as if nothing had happened.

The forest went on as far as the two could see. "What kind of materials would you gather for this?" Nashandra asked.

"Many ores.. To make steel.. I'm going off of the old Iron King's castle in Dark Souls 2"

(Do you want to follow both characters or just Riven for now?) "... Dark Souls... Two?" She slowed as they continued in the endless forest.

(Just riven.)

(M'kay)

"Yes, it's fun~"

"What is it?"

"A video game."

"I... will leave that to you then.  You do not wish to stay at the castle?"

"God yes I do, it's the closest thing to home!"

"Do you want to go back?" She slowed more.

"Yes, yes I do.."

She nodded, turning back. As they went back, a tree seemed to flicker into existence... striaght inside the front of the horse. The horse crashed dead immediately, sending the two flying.

Riven, despite being chubby, was somehow able to stick a roll and land on his feet. "Yes..!"

The woman fell hard on a foot and knee, grunting a bit before quickly standing up, turning as the horse collapse: taking the tree with it. "T- what-," She ran back over to the tree-staked horse.

"Who the hell knows, now stay close.." Riven muttered, removing a small leather bound grimoire from his pocket and opening it. "We can make it the rest of the way on foot."

She nodded. "It is some miles at this point but we should be there within an hour or so..." She looked over at the three. "... This isn't-" She shook her head, starting to walk back.

Riven followed her, looking around cautiously.

"I would ask if that happens to you often but considering you are new to this place... I'd imagine you would be asking me," She sighed.

"I'm used to stuff like this." Riven shrugged. "I wouldn't leave my own castle otherwise.."

"The trees don't usually just... appear," She noted, still walking back. She held up the end of her dress briefly, looking over some dirtied cuts on the garment before dropping it back down with a sigh.

It was nearing sunset, but it was a faint thing to tell. The sky was quite cloudy, and soon, thunder was heard.

"Welcome to my world sweetie, now we should probably get back to the castle now.."

"That is why we are walking," She replied.

"Yeah.." Riven sighed, this was not how he pictured his evening going. 'Ah maaaan, this friggin suuucks!' He thought to himself internally.

"Is there a forest in your castle?" She asked. "The area around it that is."

"Yeah, there is, but trees popping out of nowhere definitely isn't normal."

"... This will take time to walk.  Do you often have faster means of travel?"

"I prefer to walk, but I have a book of spells.. So I could probably summon a mount if needed."

"I was just wondering if you were used to portals."

"I am, yes."

A white wall appeared in front of them.

"What the fu-.. Nooooo... Okay."

She nodded, stepping through.

Riven followed after her.

They appeared just outside of the castle. The base of the walls were darker it seemed.

"Darker ambiance, I approve." Riven said, giving the base of the walls an appraising glance.

"What do y-," She froze at the sight. "... That... " she muttered out a "why is this happening..." before rushing inside.

Riven followed her with a shrug.

The inside of the castle courtyard appeared unchanged, though the horses weren't heard anymore. "Where is... the other one?" She looked about for Mars.

There was a distinct smell of ozone coming from the stables, that and cooked meat.

"... Follow your nose?" Riven attempted humor.

Her jaw dropped before rushing to the stables.

There Mars was, cooking the horses for meat, odd since there were no physical wounds on the horses that would indicate that he killed them.

Nashandra stopped in the doorway, only giving a gasp at the sight. Strangely though...

Mars Ten points added

Riven smiled. "Sweet, mind if I have some~" He always did like cooked meat for a snack.

"Sure, it'll probably be a tad bloody though because it mixes well with the juices of cooked meat.." Mars shrugged, somehow slicing off three legs and biting into one of them.

(Iirc there is a french meat dish that involves the blood being cooked with the meat.)

"W- Why did you do that?!" She yelled.

(The more you know @_@)

"Because I was hungry, and horse meat is a delicasy.." Mars stated bluntly, under any other circumstance he would be more tactful or apologetic but he was hungry, confused and a tad unnerved by what was going on so his reactions to things were more focused on self preservation.

Riven shrugged, taking a bite out of the leg. "Could be worse.

"Those horses aren-" She covered her mouth. "We had food..."

"....." Mars finally snapped, his patience at an end as he raised a hand a la darth sideous and fired a stream of electricity at Nashandra from his fingertips.

A white wall appeared in front of her, the electricity vanishing away.

Riven blinked. "What the -censored- is going on now!?" He shouted.

Mars blinked, just taking another bite out of horsemeat.

"Get out," She pointed to the entrance.

"Sure." Mars shrugged, standing up with his horse leg and walking towards the entrance, he had no real problem leaving. He was more comfortable in the woods anyways. Though if there was anything flammable he would use it to start a raging inferno via lightning strike.

Riven sighed. "You wish for me to leave as well, I do not mind if you do."

"Why did you join him in this?" She tensed.

"Old practices from my days as a monk, right now is the eve of Nyim-Lok.. A rather sacred evening that involves the consumption of horse.. The bones are then buried in the ground as we honor the horse in death by fasting for a week."

"This isn't your land!  ... These weren't your horses!"

"Meh." Riven stood up. "This land is boring anyways, and you're the daft idiot who decided to play host to two total strangers.. Life lesson for another day~" With that, he patted her head and started to walk away.

His hand vanished upon touching her head, as if cut off entirely.

Riven shrugs, if it was cut off he could just regrow it using his healing magic; and it was never implied that he felt any pain from it so the normal panic response didnt occur. So with that he walked away.

He found himself vanishing from within the stables, and reappearing outside the castle, along with Mars.

"Well, that's quaint." Riven shrugged, being rather plausé about all of this.

Mars just shrugged. "Might as well start walking in a direction." He said, as Riven nodded his head in agreement and the two just started their trek with no real forethought about it.

A large boom of laughter suddenly bursted out around them, a voice chuckling out once calm enough. "That was... simply... delicious."

"Who's there..? I have a book of arcane secrets that I probably know how to use, maybe.. Sure as heck aint afraid to use it either.." Riven shouted.

Mars just looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

No response came, though they were quite alone now, between themselves, the woods, and the castle.

"... Bloody heck that's weird.." Mars spoked, as the two continued onward.

"Sooner or later we might as well kill that princess lass and take her castle for our own, if the creepy bear pedo's warnings about a storm coming are to be trusted." Riven said, as Mars nodded his head in agreement.

The castle was closed. They could attempt to arrive back inside, or move on through the woods.

"Eh, later." Mars shrugged as the pair kept walking through the woods.

Riven just yawned. "Sides, what fun is a hostile takeover without actual siege equipment.. Or flying Dragon Mounts."

It would be hours upon hours of walking through the flat basic forest until a different kind of landscape would be seen. No wildlife was heard or noticed, and until they would make it to the end of the woods: no other plantlife but the trees.

Riven found that quite odd really. You think there would be wildlife where there are trees that aren't barren.

As the day went on, some of the trees began to shrink, as if reversing in their growth cycle, and with each vanishing tree, a bolt of lightning shot out.

If the bolts of lightning struck within fifty meters of Mars they would've been drawn to him as he tends to passively absorb lightning bolts to refuel during a lightning storm.

Riven yawned. "Well this is boring.."

It was night now. A sudden ding sound went off as Urd's voice returned. "THE FIRST DAY HAS ENDED!  ONE DAY REMAINS UNTIL THE STORM!  SHELTERS BE MADE!"

"... What..?" Mars asked, while Riven sighed.

"GET TO IT, THOU LAZY OF BUMS!"

Lightning struck down, creating a brown tree in front of them.

"Might as well.." Riven and Mars nodded in agreement, as they set about building a shelter out of the sturdiest materials they could find along with adding layers of wardings to the materials and the site they were on to protect against damage.

(How long would you say this would take?)

(Considering they're trying to build a shelter capable of withstanding a storm, probably almost the entire day.)

(Alrighty, so by the next night?)

yep.)

(Alright.  Please describe the shelter.)

The shelter itself was pretty Spartan, that is to say pretty bare. Made with felling trees, using magic to strip off the excess bits of bark and tree branches before setting them all up with grooves that Mars cut into each side of the logs.

To further secure these logs Riven consulted his trusty spell book to create spectral fastenings and fittings to hold everything together, the roof was comprised of large rocks and tree branches held together with magic while Mars went to work on creating a sort of lightning rod using that metal staff he tends to carry around with him.

In essence, the two had created a log cabin held together with magic and what could only be described as life sized lincoln log pieces.

(as i'm not that goid at explaining shit.)

(That works)

"THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN!" Urd called down. "The next day will bring forth," Thunder clapped.

The two sighed, trying to get some sleep.

They found themselves awoken when the ground was starting to shake slightly. The sky was covered in a yellow cloud.

"Mother of-WHYYYYYYYY!!!" Riven and Mars groaned, they were content to stay inside their shelter unless something craptastic happened.

The ground was beginning to move. The area was changing. They were being pushed upward: the ground pushing up like a hill forming.

"Wait.. Did we prepare for this..?" Mars asked Riven, who shook his head as he started thumbing through the pages of his spellbook for a mass levitation spell or anything to keep their shelter from falling apart or landing in some crevasse.

Booming pressure repeatedly slammed against the shelter as they were raised higher and higher. The air was thinning just slightly.

The two slowed their breathing down, attempting to enter a near catatonic state until the storm passed.

The storm lasted an entire day. By the time they would awaken, a large tree was lying on the shelter and the air was still breathable but noticeably thinner.

The two left the shelter, cautiously looking around to see what has changed.

They were on a very thin steep hill, miles into the air.

"What the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-!!!!!" The two shouted in unison as they swore great vengeance upon Urd... Right after staying where they were for three days so they could acclimate to the different level of breathable air on the hilltop, then again Riven's castle is situated near the top of an actual mountain so this isn't exactly new to him.

They couldn't see the surface below them, but the crackling sound below indicated that if they didn't attempt to return to the surface soon enough, they would soon find themselves arriving there at a far faster speed.

".... Well f-" Mars blinked, before Riven piggy backed on Mars. "Lets goooo!"

Mars atumbked around and lost his footing.

The hill-slide down was incredibly steep, and many spiked sections were seen below: twisting unnatural portrusions pointed about.

"OH FUUUUUUU-" The two comically screamed as Mars jumped and landed on a ridge with the hope of dislodging something to act as a snowboard.

A stone cracked against his impact, though not entirely dislodging just yet, but at least now he could see the surface. A crowned figure was far below.

"URD!!! I'LL -censored censored censored.. Oh my these two must really hate Urd right now.- AND THEN I'll SHIV YOU SO GOOD EVEN YO MOMMA WONT RECOGNIZE YOU!!!" With that, the two jumped down in an attempt to tackled Urd from above.

They flattened the short man upon impact, as he had been waving to them as they arrived. "GREETINGS," He greeted.

"BY THE POWER OF ME!! I SMITE THINE GUCCI MANE ASS WITH MY PIMP HAND!!!" Riven shouted, comically raising his right hand with extended pinky finger to pimp slap Urd for he deserved it.

"What ho?" Urd inflated upward, knocking Riven off as he then deflated to normal.

".... I hate you." Riven said plainly.

"Whatever for?" Urd turned his head to the side. "I have come to inform you of much occurances."

"What occurrences?" Mars asked.

"The next event. Good Sir, I am simply the constructor of this event: hired for purposes of design. The benefactor and host is not myself."

"..... Out with it Urd.." Riven sighed, he was twitching with spellbook in hand. Not a good sign.

The Urd huffed, folding his arms. "Quite rude indeed..." He cleared his throat. "An Army will soon be approaching your domain, and the area of the deserted castle nearby.  Your mission is to defend as best as you see fit."

"Is it the same castle we were kicked out of..? Cause if so all we'll be defending is our shack.. Which I will turn into a GLORIOUS new castle at the expense of that other castle." Riven stated simply, however he was slightly worried at the prospect of an invading army without minions of hos own to command.

Mars had to agree with Riven on this, screw that -censored- who's horses acted all creepy. He had already killed them so why not eat them..? Fricken jerk she was.

"Oh yes.  Quite terrible of you, indeed," Urd noted. "Your actions will determine your placing in the winning events.  Your subjects require defending.  ... Subjects," He began fading away. "subjeeeeeeeeects... PLURAL!" And then vanished entirely.

"... Subjects eh..?" Riven blinked. ".... Lightning bolt guy, we're going to play hero." Though he would never admit it to anyone but a few people, Riven couldn't in good conscience let his subjects get hurt. It's part of why he's well liked back home despite the fact that he has a dislike for running the state and so forth.

"... Sounds fun, lets go play hero." Mars agreed, grabbing Riven's shoulder and porting himself and Riven back to the gates of the castle in a surge of lightning.

He found that the castle was now also atop a hillside, significantly darker now.

Riven looked at Mars. "If there are villages nearby, you can reach them faster.."

Mars smirked. "Damn right I could.." With that he zipped off, leaving Riven to handle breaking in.

Riven sighed, chanting a few words before summoning an old ringed staff made of corrupted black elderwood, inscribed with various runes all along the shaft as the ringlets were made of silver. Topping it off was the skull of a goat like creature with sharp teeth and three holes. The third hole in its forehead holding the real catalyst, aka a gleaming black piece of Onyx infused with Riven's own magic.

He walked up towards the gate to see if it was open or not.

The gates began to open, a black smoke pouring out briefly before settling.

Riven walked inside. "What happened..?"

A familiar and at the same time different figure approached. She was as tall as before, the same perfect face and complection, but... black. The dress was black, the skin a dark ash grey, the eyes now yellow. "Oh... you again," A jirrating spasming sphere of energy appeared to the left, tugging Mars into the scene with them.

"Listen lass, you realize that an invading army is coming this way right..? The creepy bear thing told us, and before you start b**ching about the horses or why we showed up.. I have a conscience or whatever." Riven sighed, giving as best of a tl;dr as he could while Mars just grumbled.

"Are you done?" She asked, tapping her foot.

"Yes, honestly, why'd I even come back to help..?" Riven asked himself.

"That's a lot of pre-judgment you're making there," She replied bluntly. "Probably a guilty conscience.  Whatever," She shrugged. "You want to protect something now?  When did that happen?" This certainly wasn't the original personality.

"Pre-judgement? What..? Guilty Conscience... Eh, probably, that and the fact that while I probably dislike you I can't say the same for your subjects.."

'Soon to be mine but eh..' Riven thought as he shrugged.

"Wow.  You kill my horses and think you get to dislike me.  Huh.  Wait, what subjects?" She rose an eyebrow.

"I can dislike anyone on principle of being an ornery pain in my ass like blaming me for the death of something so trivial as horses, I'm not the one with deep frying powers... Wait? You don't have any...!!" Riven facepalmed. "What kind of shitty lord or lady doesn't have subjects!? You ma'am are an even bigger failure than the lecherous prick who was the previous dark lord..!"

"I did have horses... which you killed," she recalled calmly yet drolly. "How did you know I was the Dark Lord?"

Riven's eyes had an unholy glint to them. "I'm the Dark Lord.. Who are you really..?"

Mars facepalmed. "Lady, they were acting weirder than any horse should.."

"Right.  I'll take the word of the idiot who killed my main form of transportation and didn't decide to bring that info up till just now," She rolled her eyes, turning back to the inner area of the castle before stopping, and turning back to them again. "Wait, what subjects again?  Where?"

".... Nahhhh, screw youuu....!" Mars flipped her the bird and walked away with Riven, it would be funnier to help the opposing army.. Bend them to their wills and use them to mount this -censored-'s head on a pike and mulch up the body.

She didn't seem to care enough to respond, or react much, simply waiting till they were out again. Once out, the two were met by an approaching trail of people. They looked rather dirty and poor: most slowly trudging forward while pulling another along their side. They numbered the hundreds.

"Hmm... So who are you guys..?" Mars asked.

"Villagers," The nearest man informed tiredly. "Our village was set to flames, forcing us to leave.  We intended to repair but some army had been growing closer, and we are in no condition to battle.  We saw the Keep from the distance and seek refuge."

"Hm, can you tell us where this village is..? Maybe we can help with your problem?" Riven asked, trying to be diplomatic.

"We cannot go back," He shook his head. "We only require a temporary shelter."

"Just trust us, because you're headed to the 'dark lords' castle." Riven shrugged, sighing when he said ther.

"The Keep is not your own?"

"No, otherwise we'd let you in while going to solve your problem with the invading army."

A black wall grew behind Riven. The people began staggering back.

"The hell is this..?" Riven blinked.

The woman-- Nashandra--stepped through the door, giving a small nudge to push Riven aside. "I am the caretaker of this Castle Keep."

The people looked between her and Riven, confused now.

Riven shoved her back with the same amount of force, he wasnt one to let someone shove him without shoving back.

With a sigh, the woman then shifted Riven some feet back as she addressed the group. "How many are you?"

"We were four-hundred... we are... less."

"... Injured?"

"Yes."

"Inside," The gates began to open.

"Touch me again and your organs will be on the outside of your skin." Riven muttered as he swung the anciebt staff at the black wall.

Upon hitting the wall, his staff was blown from his hand. The woman shoved him aside once again as she began leading the people inside.

He grabbed her hand and tossed her facefirst into the wall when she tried to shove him aside a first time. "....."

The woman remained still to the push, unmoved. Some other force was at work here. She mostly ignored the attempt, glancing briefly at him before leading the people further inside.

"....." Riven walked around the wall after grabbing the staff.

An Urd appeared to be walking along the other people, waving to Riven briefly.

The woman, Nashandra, was directing the various people to different areas of the Keep. She glanced about briefly for where Mars went off to.

Mars was obviously following Riven, from the treeeeees.

Nashandra waved for Mars to come over.

Mars blinked, zipping over to Nashandra. "Qué?"

"They mentioned an army following them.  You're fast.  Can you trace their trail to see if it's coming here?"

"... Sure why not." With that Mars zipped off to follow that trail.

Through the forest, he passed by the mountain that had formed in the storm, eventually getting to further away mountains where long bushes were cut away showing the way the people took. Up these mountains and across was a long dry plain stretching for miles.

They just kept walking, following the footprints that the villagers left, on whichever path they took.

The path was almost untracable with how barren the plain was, but with some trampled grass here and there, it was doable. Eventually it led to a more hilly section of the land where some bushes grew about. Horses were heard just behind one of the larger steeps.

".... You know where our shack is..?" Riven asked.

(Thought it was just Mars that went.)

(No, the two of them went, only thing was Riven had a small lead.)

Horses continued to be heard behind the hill.

".... Sigh.. Alright, lets go see who these guys are..." Mars grumbled.

They soon found that there was indeed a large army of green-armored soldiers.

"You go talk to them.." With that Mars zipped back to the castle while Riven shrugged and walked up to the army.

Nashandra stood at the front of the keep as Mars approached.

The army saw Riven, but didn't seem to act or care about his presence at the moment.

"Army of green armored peoole, they're coming here."

Riven blinked. "I am here to speak to your leader.. Wait, what are you people anyways?"

"How far?" She asked.

05:06, April 22, 2017 (UTC)~

"Who are you?" One asked.

HE-NO
"Nature's love," He-No found himself appearing just in front of a small forest clearing. It was mid-day, a nice cool day with the sound of a split stream to the west. Some yards away from him were the decayed remains of a small cabin.

Atop the trees, laying in the branches, was a feminine figure: a blue bat with pale red hair. She wore a white shirt and pants, seeming half-awake.

He glanced around quietly, his ears perked and listening to the nature around him, was this really happening? he continued to scan over the area, glancing up into the tree's and seeing the female, then looked at the cabin, then back at the bat.

" ...Hello?"

"Hello," she called down.

"... is that your cabin?" He examined her the best he could.

"Not mine at all," She called down.

he then walks over to the remains of the cabin, touching it a bit to see if it really was real.

The cabin was quite physically tangible, and suddenly heard a voice calling  "Is this on? GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS! THIS IS YOUR  ALMIGHTY URD  SPEAKING! You have arrived in your designated area! Hooray! Now! You must know that what you experience will be quite actual in all scenarios.  Also,"

 a score sheet appeared over his head, starting at zero. "You will be scored based on your actions.  BEST OF LUCK!" He-no jolted slightly at the sudden voice and looked around, then up at the score sheet. " ... all scenarios?" "Oh yes.  A storm arrives in two days.  You must create a shelter."

"... what happens after the storm?"

The voice didn't respond. "..." He looks over at the girl. " did you hear that?" "What?" She called down, slightly out of earshot now.

He walks back over to her " did you hear that voice?"

She leaned forward, down at him. "The loud one?  All... um... energetic?" "yes" he looked at her, adjusting his coat a bit and tensing his wings " the... Urd?" "I suppose," She shrugged.

" hm... whats your name." He turned and headed to the cabin again.

"I dunno," She stood up, looking for a way down the tree. He heard her shuffling on the branch, turning and facing her. "... do you need help?" "I didn't think this through," She informed.

He walked back over to the tree and looked at her wings. " can you glide down?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yea- uh, right, um..." She walked toward the edge of a branch, wings spreading out. "Just not a fan of maybe hitting a branch... one sec," She swung upside down before dropping, flapping once or twice to keep balance till she was floating down steadily.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He waited there quietly, watching her to make sure if she did fall he would be there " what is your name?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She crouched upon landing, flattening her wings down. "I... dunno.  I dunno."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" you dont know? how dont you know?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"The more I think about it, the more it's kind of freaking me out," Her ears flattened.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"hmm..." He thinks, then shakes his head " don't let it worry you too much, do you have something you'd like to be called?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She shrugged. "Like a nicknam- whoa," she blinked a few times now actually being able to observe this new person a bit. "Uh..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He looked down at her quietly ".... yes, a nickname" He tensed a bit when she started to observe him " is there something wrong?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No-, never mind," She turned away a bit, clearing her throat. "I don't have a nickname thatI remember, no." <p style="font-weight:normal;">" hm..." * he narrowed his eye's slightly at her, then shrugged a bit.* " what about strelliah" <p style="font-weight:normal;">She blinked a bit. "Sounds... tangy?  Does it mean something?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" it means bat girl in my language" He glances up at the tree's for a moment, then back at her " if you don't like it you can change it, I am not very good at names."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, it's fine," She smiled. "... So, what are you here for?  Kinda wasn't paying too much attention to what that... voice... thing said."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" I do not know, I don't remember much, filling out a form, then was here." He examines her for a moment, then gave a slight smile back to her but it disapeared just as quick. " Urd... He said there is a storm coming, to build a shelter strong enough to be kept safe, but this will be difficult... all the tree's surrounding the area, the river could be posed as threat as well."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Well... I guess you could build something with trees?  I think there's a mountain or something that way," She pointed to the left.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"mhm... depending on the storm we might have to worry about landslides as well..." He then looks at her again. "why are you out here?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Relaxation... drawing the landscapes..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Drawings?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She nodded, looking about. "Oh... back in the tree... I'll get that later."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods " alright... I have two days to make a shelter" He looks up at the sky. " I suggest you make it home before it hits... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"M- oh... well, I'm not really- I've nrever really built a house..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Five points added <p style="font-weight:normal;">" ..." his ear twitches, he glances up at the score sheet, then back at her. " you mean, you don't have a house? somewhere you live?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Not near here," She shook her head. "I don't live anywhere close."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" ..." He sighs softly, then rolls up his sleeves, revealing some scars that wrapped around his arms. " you can stay here if you'd like."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Wait..." Her ears flattened. "Am I like... on your property or something?  I- I can move if y-" then she noticed the scars. "Those... don't look like Emo cuts..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" I was practically dropped here." he looked at his scars for a moment, started walking towards the whithered cabin. " they aren't, from past battles and masters." He slightly mumbles. " you are fine being here, it isn't my property, I think... it seems nature has claimed it."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh... well I guess I'll help... if I can," She scratched her head. "Don't we need to dig or something first?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"why?" He glances back at her as he checks the cabin for water damage. <p style="font-weight:normal;">The cabin seemed more decayed by insects than water, though some links did have signs of bending that could be traced back to soaking. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Isn't that how it works?  You... make a hole, stick in the posts, build from there?  I'm not an architect, just thinking outloud."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" Mmm... I'm not an architect either, but... that would be wise to do, elevate the cabin to keep the river from hitting it... could you gather up as many large stones as you can from the river?" he tries summoning his scythe

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She began to answer but then promptly fell on her rear when his scythe appeared.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He looked at her " ...sorry." He leaned over a bit and held his hand out to help her up.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She took his hand. "That's okay... Where... do you keep that exactly?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He pulled her up gently. " in the shadows mainly." He points to the ground with the scythe.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... So, magic?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" .... in a way, yes." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Does it make buildings?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" it can help make buildings."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well best not waste time right?" She started toward the river. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods and watches her a bit, then head over to the cabin and starts tearing it down, saving any wood that can be saved. <p style="font-weight:normal;">Some good long planks were found, with various concrete bricks here and there.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He kept the bricks and moved them aside, once the cabin was cleared out, he tried summoning his crystal claws to form around his hands to create shovels in a way.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The girl, S trelliah, was walking back with a pile of stones, looking at the crystal claws silently.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> He glanced over at her, his ear flicking a bit, then a started digging " thank you strelliah..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She nodded. "I'll try to get used to that.  Doesn't seem too hard," She arched her back, stretching a bit before beginning to walk back. It was around one-o-clock now. The bat had carried at least thirty stones varying in size from small 4-inch radiuses to 14-inch.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He-no was now cutting down the tree's that posed a threat to the cabin, leaving quite a but of stump in their place, and was going to use the remaining wood for the cabin and other such furnishings and fire's.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His ear twitched as he glanced at her " ... would you like something to eat?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I... I mean I guess," she straightened up, wiping her hands a bit. "What do we have to eat?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">One of the tree's fell to the ground, making a loud creaking sound before it slammed down on the ground. "depends what the forest gives us... there's bound to be fish in the river, wildlife all around, and possible berries somewhere."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Fish maybe.  Berries... I mean, we can check.  You want to look for the fish and me the berries?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods " alright... be careful, there could be other predators out here." He starts to head to the river.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She nodded, walking some ways away.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Some fish were located going through the river, but very few in general. The water was going rather fast, and a faint shhhhhhh sound was heard far in the distance, a faint mist barely recognizable far out.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He watched the fish and listened quietly to the running water, taking in a deep breath and relaxing a bit, then made his way up the river towards the mist, walking slowly and enjoying the wilderness as much as he could, taking in the sounds and sights.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The sound got louder till he found himself nearing a waterfall.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He watched it for a moment, then sat down beside the river as his crystal claws formed once more, he watched the river calmly and carefully, sitting completely still.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Time passed. Fish swam. Time passed more.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He had caught one fish during that time, and slowly made his way back, the fish was medium sized and would only be for strelliah.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">It had been about thirty minutes, though Strelliah had yet to return to the ruins of the cabin. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He began to get a bit worrysome, his ears perked forward as he listened quietly, he would wait another 5 minutes, then would start his search for her. <p style="font-weight:normal;">Five minutes passed but she didn't seem to reappear.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He cursed under his breath and put the fish under some of the stones, then quickly headed into the forest in search of her. " strelliah?" He called

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He could hear movement in the forest, cracking in the leaves. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He grew quiet and moves quietly and quickly towards the sound of the movement, staying low. <p style="font-weight:normal;">It was higher in the trees, getting higher still.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">his ear perked, then looked up, trying to see if he could spot it first as he continued moving a bit, his wings stretching out and ready to help him fly "... strelliah?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yeah?" A voice called back down.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He let out a sigh of relief " what are you doing up there... "

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I couldn't find any berries yet.  I wanted to see if that storm was starting in the distance."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He blinks, then starts making his way up to an opening in the tree's, then flies up the rest of the way to join up with her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She waved as he arrived: glancing around. Some hills and mountains were seen through the mostly flat forest land, and some faint clouds in the distance. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He looked at the clouds, then around the area as he flew next to her, looking at the scene around them " beautiful isn't it?" he asked <p style="font-weight:normal;">"It is, yeah," She nodded. "Weird... you think there will really be a storm?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" it's best to be prepared... he said in two days, if it doesnt happen, then at least we built something structable for when one does happen." He looks at her. " I got a fish...."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh!  Nice... And I was sight-seeing," She looked aways off, slightly ashamed. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He smiled slightly as he looked at her " .. I was as well... we can try looking for some berries together if that's alright with you, there must be boysenberries or blackberries somewhere." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Yeah, okay," She nodded, smiling a bit as she began floating down.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He followed her down, watching her for a moment, then looking a round the trees as they descended. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Are we really going to make something against some big storm?" She asked. "Maybe we should be looking for the weird... voice that talked about this... I don't know," She sighed as they landed. <p style="font-weight:normal;">" he called himself the Urd... where would we look exactly for him?" He lands softly and looks at her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't know," She sighed, defeated. "The sky?  Maybe once the... shelter is made he'll appear or something?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" Mmm.. maybe, and what then?" his ear twitches at the sigh. " ..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't know," She waved her hand at the score above his head. "Seems to be focused around you, not me." <p style="font-weight:normal;">He looks up at it " .... mhm... I can only imagine what that's going to be used for..." He looks back at her. " .... if you want we can skip the berries and just make you the fish? the I can make a temporary shelter for you for the night while I start on the cabin."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"F-... For me?" She blinked. "What about you?  You need to eat, right?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Five points added

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He shakes his head " I do not need to eat, but I can cook decently for you, there isn't much out here so I cannot give you salt nor pepper, buuut I can make smoked salmon... or whatever style you would prefer it."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... That's- that's very... gentlemenly of you," She blinked. "Thanks... uh, smoked salmon is fine I suppose." <p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods and steps forward, heading back to the cabin. " alright." He glanced back up at the sky to see how much time they had of daylight <p style="font-weight:normal;">There seemed to be two hours left of daylight. S trelliah looked about. "There has to be something I can help with."

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> " if you want you can get some water" He looks at her. "  or... gather some sticks and make a fire while I prepare the fish."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I had a bottle in the tree.  I'll get that and fill it before I get the sticks," She nodded.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods as he wals over to the pile of rocks, lifting them up and grabbing the fish he hid, then placing it down on one of the bigger rocks and started preparing it. " alright"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Some twelve minutes later, a fire was going, and the water was boiling up. "What are you going to do with the cabin?  Rebuild it?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"yep" He answered and had strips of the salmon hanging over the fire on the handle of his scythe. " planning to make it sturdy and off the ground." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"How long you wager that'll take?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... hopefully I'll be done with it by tomorrow night, it's been a while since i've built a cabin..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I can... uh... help... clean it out?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">He looks at her, then smiles softly " that would be nice... thank you, you seem nervous." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Nah, I just... just tryig to be productive is all," She shrugged. "That and this is all really... weird."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Five points added

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" how does it all seem weird?" He asks, although he could clearly see how alot of this was weird, he was still curious on what parts she found strange, the voice? the storm? himself?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Do you have... any idea why you'd be here?  It's like... the hunger games except without killing people and... you have no idea what the prize is."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" I honestly do not know why..." He looks at her. " so... you are saying all this is... like a controlled envirnment by... urd?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I guess," She shrugged. "I mean, I don't remember being dropped in here.  You were though so... I don't know," She sighed. <p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... do you remember anything before you were dropped here?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"That's the thing.  I wasn't... I think," She scratched her head. "I don't... remember anything else."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... do you think you are a program?" He looked at her, turning the fish slightly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Her ears went up, and her wings sprang out. "... I..." She wrapped her arms around her chest and sides. "... No..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">He watched her, then dropped the subject and took a piece of the fish off of the scythe for her. " here." <p style="font-weight:normal;">She looked over at it, then slowly took it. "... You remember things?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">Five points added

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" .... yes, which things are you asking about? before being dropped here?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yeah..." She began peeling off the scales of the fish. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He-no got up and started getting the wood together for building the house. <p style="font-weight:normal;"> Strelliah made her way over to the cabin remains, eating off pieces of the fish as she looked for something to clean off. She started pulling some of the good bricks away. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He glanced at her, then gathered a bunch of sticks on the ground, going over to a decently thick tree and started setting up a temporary shelter for her, setting the sticks against the tree and securing them with other sticks, making a leaning tipi, it only took him about 20 minutes.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The bat eventually finished eating the fish: still moving some good bricks out of the rubble. She looked over, cocking her head at the shelter He-No was making. <p style="font-weight:normal;">the shelter was placed in a spot where the tree would allow some cover, He-no turned and looked at her.* "... shelter." he said and pointed to the tipi. " for the night..." He then went over to the fire and pulled the rest of the fish strips off his scythe and placed it in the fire for a moment, reaching in the fire to clean off the handle, then standing up as the scythe formed into an axe as he headed over to the cabin, clearing out what was left of it before starting to lay down the rocks strelliah gathered. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Was... that for... me?" She looked it over.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" yes... it isn't much... but it's better then staying in the open..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"And you?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I will be working on the cabin and guarding." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Alright.  What can I do to help with the cabin then?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... could you gather mud for me? place it imbetween the rocks to help keep them in place, tonight I will be shaping the logs, tomorrow I will start stacking them and will need your help to set them with the mud."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... How do we keep the mud wet?  I mean... uh- we couuuuuuuld fill something up with dirt then wet the dirt?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods " mhm... and the river nearby can help with that... as can I if you'd like." He looks at her as he places another rock down in the dirt. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Okay.  I'll get to it," She nodded. She walked over, getting small piles of dirt from the ground into a larger pile near the cabin.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" thank you for your help Strelliah... and company" He says as he continued stacking the rocks up.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(... That shouldn't have made me laugh like it did...)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Can't say I want to complain either," She smiled, wiping her hands off after placing some dirt.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">( XD I was half asleep I think when I typed it DX )

<p style="font-weight:normal;">he smiles slightly, then glances once more at the sky.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Where did you learn to be so... noble?  Gentlemenly?  Not that I mind."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The sky was darkening at this point. Night had arrived.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" My mother... and an old love of mine..." he continued to work but glanced at her. "why do you draw landscapes?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hobby and job," She informed. "Not my only job of course.  Artists do not get paid well..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">" what else do you work as? if that's okay to ask..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm an on-call assistant teacher--slash--on-call substitute teacher."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">His ears perked and he looked at her " really? have any interesting stories?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Only if you're interested in 'This annoying thing that happened' or 'That brief funny thing that happened' moments.  Educational employment isn't very... eventful." <p style="font-weight:normal;">" which grade do you subsitute for?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"College level," She sighed. "Elementary would probably be more interesting, but when all the extra activities are optional extra credit, it tends to have few takers."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods " ah... I heard elementary can be rather difficult... screaming children... messes... whatever else.."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It doesn't get better with high school, but," She shrugged," what can you do.  You ever work with kids?  Or... went to a high school?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" no... well..." He blinks and continues stacking the rocks. " I helped pick up and babysit a child of one of my friends... but she is just in elementary... I myself never went to school... " <p style="font-weight:normal;">"How'd you learn?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... I learned by listening to others and friends that offered to teach me.... although... I do not know... certain things such as complex math..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh... so... more time being some kind of mystical warrior or something?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... in a way, a protector... I try not to fight... I try" * he blinked.* " when I was growing up we didn't have school, just what our parents taught us." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sounds like a lot of... work... W-we've been talking for a while now, huh?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods, looking over at the fire. " yeah... you should get some rest" He looks back at her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Yeah I guess so," She nodded, making her way over to the smaller shelter. "Thanks again."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" mhm... sleep well." He smiles slightly, then heads to the mud that she made, checking to see if it was still muddy.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The mud was very much mud but drying. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He mixed the mud a bit, then grabbed some of it and placed it in the crevaces of the rocks. then moving about, grabbing a pile of long sticks and a five thick logs, placing the logs in the rocks, using them as pillars in a way, digging them into the ground. then glanced back at the small shelter where Strelliah was. <p style="font-weight:normal;">She seemed to be lying on the ground in the shelter: feet clinging to the top as she was nearly upside down. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He laughed quietly and continued, heading to the river quickly to grab more water, his scythe turning into what looked to be a giant ladle, grabbing some water and then heading quickly back to the mud and pouring just a bit it, then mixing it again.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Do you wish to skip to the fully-constructed shelter?) <p style="font-weight:normal;">( if you'd like ^^; I can explain a brief summary of it real fast, he pretty much put it together with mudd and how linkin log house would be built.) <p style="font-weight:normal;">(That's fine.  You don't have to go over the entire process, just the final product.) <p style="font-weight:normal;">( ah alrighty) <p style="font-weight:normal;">By late next day he had the cabin fully built, touching up anything that needed a touch up and sealing it a bit more with mudd. large logs stacked on eachother, the roof was smoothed down." .... I'm starting to think maybe making something under ground ju- the river... never mind..." He frowns slightly. and examines his work, pressing against the tree trunk sized logs, making sure they were secure.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You think it'll last a storm?" S trelliah asked. <p style="font-weight:normal;">" they have before... but it was a normal wind storm... the Urd didn't exactly say what type of storm it is... if it is natural, then it will..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Have you ever like... made these before?  You seemed to know what you were doing." <p style="font-weight:normal;">" I have... several times." He glances at her <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sorry, I'm prying," She looked away a bit.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" it is perfectly fine to ask as many questions as you'd like, I do not mind. " He watched her quickly, then stretched out his wings.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Alright... and now that I say that, I actually don't know what I'd ask next." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"oh, well that's alright " He smiles slightly, then flies up into the sky to look to see if the storm was visible <p style="font-weight:normal;">While there was no storm <p style="font-weight:normal;">"GREETINGS!" The Urd fellow appeared in front of He-No, the text vanishing behind him. "Do you wish to skip to the moment of the storm?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He examined the Urd and looked slightly surprised at his appearence... he hadn't seen anything like it... " .... I was going to add a bit more support.... but if you are in a hurry then the cabin will do as it is now.."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You may complete your work.  You have hours." <p style="font-weight:normal;">" Understood... may I ask you something?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"But of course."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" what... are you?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I am the Urd," He informed, tipping his crown hat. <p style="font-weight:normal;">" do you not have a species? or you are just a singular being... name The Urd..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"There is most definitely none like the Almighty Urd."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" ... what... is the point of all this?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Choosing a winner," Urd explained. <p style="font-weight:normal;">" for what? or is it a surprise..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"It is indeed," Urd nodded.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" how many others are there at the moment?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Seven in total." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Seven... is this al for fun? or for something bigger?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"I believe it is for a larger plan," Urd informed. "Ah!  I see you have finished your shelter.  Five points added!  Oh... now there are only six."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" what happened to the seventh?" He raised an eyebrow slightly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"They declined the invitation," Urd informed. "Their owners took too long." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"oh..." He looked back at strelliah for moment. " ...what about her?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">"...In what regard?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">" why is she apart of all this? or is she here by accident?" He had more to ask of her, but he didn't truly know if he wanted thed truth or not, whether if she was fake or real.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ah the girl.  Unfortunately that is not for me to say," Urd explained. "I can promise a grand reward should you end first in placing." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"...alright, then I will not hold you for any longer, thank you for your time." <p style="font-weight:normal;">The Urd tipped his crown before vanishing, then reappearing. "Are you planning to skip ahead?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" I didn't plan to, if it's more conveniant for the others then yes, Otherwise I was just going to add a few more supporting collumns... but it would just be for extra strength."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Very well," He poofed from existence. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He-no stood there for a few moments, then looked to Strelliah. <p style="font-weight:normal;">She seemed to be cleaning or organizing what was left of the items below.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He flew down and picked up one of the remaining longer logs and propped it against the cabin for a moment, thinking. " ... how bad do you think the storm might be..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If we need to build something for it, maybe strong winds?" She suggests <p style="font-weight:normal;">He nods and thinks " yes... a smooth dome like structure can help keep the wind from hitting against it so hard... I can smooth out some more logs quickly and install them around the cabin in a cone like shape..." he sighed softly <p style="font-weight:normal;">"And I'm going to help right?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He looks at her, his ears perking, then he gives a small smile. " if you'd like, it would be greatly appreciated..." He thinks, then moves to the logs and moved his scythe to it, then took a long quick swipe, slicing a somewhat thick and clean slice. " you can prop the boards up, line the up with the roof, and dig it into the ground a few inches, as well as putting a layer of mud imbetween it and the roof."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"... Okay," She nodded, immediately getting to work. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He continued slicing the logs into long slices. " unless you have another idea in mind" he glances at her. <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Nope, you're much better at this building thing so I'm gonna go with your cues," She replied.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He continued on, soon having a few piles of the boards, then helping her in placing them and tacking them down.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Night had fully arrived. The next day would bring their challenge.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> Strelliah tended to the fire. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He finished the last boards and sat beside her in front of the fire " thank you for helping..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Would've hated myself if I just watched you do the work... not, that'd I'm mind watching," She teased with a smirk. <p style="font-weight:normal;">He blushed ever so slightly, but then smiled it off and chuckled a bit. " iI doubt it would be much fun to watch me, you would be much more better to wa-" he paused and looked at her, then gave a slightly nervous smile.* sorry... you did very well... are you ready to eat?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She chuckled. "What do we have left?" <p style="font-weight:normal;">" we still have fish, there is a few rabbits roaming around, I have not found any berries yet..." <p style="font-weight:normal;">"Fish works," She shrugged. A cold breeze ripped in.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He shivered slightly and looked up, then stood up and quickly headed over towards the river.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(We can skip to the next morning when things happen if you like.) <p style="font-weight:normal;">(alright~) <p style="font-weight:normal;">He-no looked at the sky the next morning to see the state of the storm. <p style="font-weight:normal;">A dark grey sky met  him. Trees were swaying hard against tearing winds. Bits of sand was flicking everywhere.