My AU Chapter 1
Monday, March 3rd, 2014 07:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justicetom posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
mindcrackloveSo, the first chapter of my new AU! I need a title (I'm really bad at titles). Suggestions, please. Also. Tsu, if you're reading this. Are you going to make an app for this or not? Could I at least get an answer to see if I can put the full TY in? Also, Red. If the font disagrees with your eyes, I will happily copy/paste it into a Skype message. Just ask.
Paul scouted out around the village of Mindcrack. He felt a cold breeze and frowned.
“Go away, wind!” He muttered, using his powers to become immune to the cold. Suddenly, he heard running and crying from his left. He turned, to find a small group of people running in the direction of the village of Mindcrack. Paul ran forward, quietly.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” The explorer asked, curious. A few children turned, tears streaming from their eyes. These were very young children, only around the age of 5-6 years. One of the older women stepped forward.
“We've been fleeing from our villages. What do you expect?” She asked, trying to stay calm, and throwing a questioning glance at Paul, who guessed what she meant by it.
“My name’s Paul. Paul Soares Jr. What do you mean, fleeing? Also, where are you heading?” He asked, looking around.
“You mean you don’t know? We've been fleeing from the strange disease taking over our lands! Some of our historians said that this has happened before. We’re heading to the village of Mindcrack. I’ve been told that it’s in the exact middle of where the disease is taking over.” She stated, obviously tired. Paul nodded thoughtfully.
“Well, I’ve come from the village of Mindcrack. Here, I’ll show you the way there.” He said, gesturing for her to follow.
Guude, the leader of sorts of Mindcrack, stepped up to the stage, his friend and comrade BdoubleO by his side. The green-shirted man looked from side to side. He raised his arms in a welcoming gesture of sorts.
“Welcome, everybody, I guess?” He stated to the crowds listening, and then was silent for a moment.
“Bdubs, what do I do, man? What do I say?” He asked telepathically.
“I dunno! Say something about fixing the disease thing they’ve been crying about!” He answered, never certain if Guude could hear him. Guude silently signalled his approval, and turned back to the masses.
“So, we will be devoting most of our resources to figuring out how to save your lands, but until then, this town will be a refugee refuge!” He smiled, trying to reassure the families. A wave of whispers spread through, but they slowly filed out. A dark figure detached itself from the wall and followed them out.
Pause silently tracked the deer through the forest. Even though Baj farmed wheat most days, there still wasn’t enough food to feed everyone, especially with all the new refugees. Plus, a man could not survive on a diet of bread alone, Pause thought. He took out his bow, aimed it, allowed his magic to aim for him, and shot the arrow. It flew through the air, a perfect shot. It hit the deer straight between the eyes and killed it instantly. He ran over and slung it over his back, taking out his arrow. He might not have Doc’s super strength, but he was very strong from hours of practice.
Genny stared at his current house, which had once been in one of the best places in the village for a house. An accident with Etho breaching had left the beautiful tracks of land scarred and destroyed. If it had been anyone else’s house, they would have rebuilt the land. However, Baj had taken one long look at the land and claimed it. He claimed that it would make great farming land. Genny didn’t particularly care, feeling that Baj farmed a bit too much. He stared at his house, and clapped. The clap focused his powers out and forced the house out of existence, with a rush of air. Genny ran to the other side of the village, reaching a square of land he had bought. He clapped again, and his house reappeared.
Zisteau walked through the village, glancing at the refugees that had set up camp. He was heading towards the nearby Salad village, to speak with one of the members. He had seen a figure leaving after Guude had said his welcome speech, and had recognised her. He had no idea why the Saladers, as they called themselves, had sent one of their resident empaths, Kate, to the meeting, but he wished to know. Suddenly, when he was away from anyone else, a cage appeared around him. He looked around for a way out, and noticed a figure all in black, with purple eyes watching.
“Oi, Nebris! Stop using your dang illusions on me!” The pigman yelled, walking through the illusion of the cage. The thing about Nebris’ illusions was that they worked perfectly if you thought they were real, but turned smoky and insubstantial when you knew they were an illusion. Zisteau walked out and continued on his path.
Doc stepped back, taking his hands off the young injured boy’s arm. The arm healed before his eyes, skin knitting itself together. Doc smiled, patted the boy on the head gently, and sent him off. Another person stepped forward, a young girl, no more than the age of 7, with large grazes across both arms. He raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. He healed, and, not for the last time, wished there was a second healer. He shook his head, and turned his mind back to his work.
Paul scouted out around the village of Mindcrack. He felt a cold breeze and frowned.
“Go away, wind!” He muttered, using his powers to become immune to the cold. Suddenly, he heard running and crying from his left. He turned, to find a small group of people running in the direction of the village of Mindcrack. Paul ran forward, quietly.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” The explorer asked, curious. A few children turned, tears streaming from their eyes. These were very young children, only around the age of 5-6 years. One of the older women stepped forward.
“We've been fleeing from our villages. What do you expect?” She asked, trying to stay calm, and throwing a questioning glance at Paul, who guessed what she meant by it.
“My name’s Paul. Paul Soares Jr. What do you mean, fleeing? Also, where are you heading?” He asked, looking around.
“You mean you don’t know? We've been fleeing from the strange disease taking over our lands! Some of our historians said that this has happened before. We’re heading to the village of Mindcrack. I’ve been told that it’s in the exact middle of where the disease is taking over.” She stated, obviously tired. Paul nodded thoughtfully.
“Well, I’ve come from the village of Mindcrack. Here, I’ll show you the way there.” He said, gesturing for her to follow.
Guude, the leader of sorts of Mindcrack, stepped up to the stage, his friend and comrade BdoubleO by his side. The green-shirted man looked from side to side. He raised his arms in a welcoming gesture of sorts.
“Welcome, everybody, I guess?” He stated to the crowds listening, and then was silent for a moment.
“Bdubs, what do I do, man? What do I say?” He asked telepathically.
“I dunno! Say something about fixing the disease thing they’ve been crying about!” He answered, never certain if Guude could hear him. Guude silently signalled his approval, and turned back to the masses.
“So, we will be devoting most of our resources to figuring out how to save your lands, but until then, this town will be a refugee refuge!” He smiled, trying to reassure the families. A wave of whispers spread through, but they slowly filed out. A dark figure detached itself from the wall and followed them out.
Pause silently tracked the deer through the forest. Even though Baj farmed wheat most days, there still wasn’t enough food to feed everyone, especially with all the new refugees. Plus, a man could not survive on a diet of bread alone, Pause thought. He took out his bow, aimed it, allowed his magic to aim for him, and shot the arrow. It flew through the air, a perfect shot. It hit the deer straight between the eyes and killed it instantly. He ran over and slung it over his back, taking out his arrow. He might not have Doc’s super strength, but he was very strong from hours of practice.
Genny stared at his current house, which had once been in one of the best places in the village for a house. An accident with Etho breaching had left the beautiful tracks of land scarred and destroyed. If it had been anyone else’s house, they would have rebuilt the land. However, Baj had taken one long look at the land and claimed it. He claimed that it would make great farming land. Genny didn’t particularly care, feeling that Baj farmed a bit too much. He stared at his house, and clapped. The clap focused his powers out and forced the house out of existence, with a rush of air. Genny ran to the other side of the village, reaching a square of land he had bought. He clapped again, and his house reappeared.
Zisteau walked through the village, glancing at the refugees that had set up camp. He was heading towards the nearby Salad village, to speak with one of the members. He had seen a figure leaving after Guude had said his welcome speech, and had recognised her. He had no idea why the Saladers, as they called themselves, had sent one of their resident empaths, Kate, to the meeting, but he wished to know. Suddenly, when he was away from anyone else, a cage appeared around him. He looked around for a way out, and noticed a figure all in black, with purple eyes watching.
“Oi, Nebris! Stop using your dang illusions on me!” The pigman yelled, walking through the illusion of the cage. The thing about Nebris’ illusions was that they worked perfectly if you thought they were real, but turned smoky and insubstantial when you knew they were an illusion. Zisteau walked out and continued on his path.
Doc stepped back, taking his hands off the young injured boy’s arm. The arm healed before his eyes, skin knitting itself together. Doc smiled, patted the boy on the head gently, and sent him off. Another person stepped forward, a young girl, no more than the age of 7, with large grazes across both arms. He raised his eyebrows, but made no comment. He healed, and, not for the last time, wished there was a second healer. He shook his head, and turned his mind back to his work.
no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:40 pm (UTC)Just because there are two villages, and they have powers :P
no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:54 pm (UTC)And your font is default so it's fine. :P
no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 2nd, 2014 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 3rd, 2014 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 3rd, 2014 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 3rd, 2014 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 3rd, 2014 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 3rd, 2014 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 10th, 2014 12:07 pm (UTC)Plz more
Date: Tuesday, September 9th, 2014 09:16 pm (UTC)Re: Plz more
Date: Wednesday, September 10th, 2014 08:26 am (UTC)