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Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

A little surprised at the face that had been hidden from her, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts. I have the one they provided us with, but some moron forgot to sheath it and it ripped my tent. I don't suppose you could share? She frowned a little. I really don't take up much space, she said with a little frown. She hoped he believed her. She got the feeling that he really wasn't going to be one of those friendly types who took everything in stride. Much less someone who'd cut her slack if he thought poorly of her from the beginning.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

there was an instant frown followed by a sigh. reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a much deadlier looking knife, clearly brought here without permission. taking her hand, he shoved it into her hand. don't lose it. he stated, before reaching down and unpacking a sleeping bag, and laying it against the ground, a few feet from his own tent.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Clearly worried by the lethal possibilities of the knife, she edged away from her partner a bit. Thanks, she said, tucking the sheathed item into her belt. Maybe it would be best if she kept as many sharp knives away from him as possible. Things weren't really getting off to a good start. Jade desperately wanted to say something, anything, to break the awkward silence between them, but she simply couldn't think of anything. And so she tossed her tent back onto the bus since it was pretty well useless and finished checking her gear. Finding that the rest was adequate, she re-organized her bag and tucked the other knife, now sheathed into her belt as well. Once it was packed up, she brought it back over to Marc and set it down. Is there anything I can do to help?
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

throw away the knife they gave you. he told her. that thing won't even open a letter. he commented, before looking around. I'll need rocks.. he turned to her, and gave yet another sigh. if you want to help...just...do something helpful... he stood, wiped some dust from his knees, and looked away. what i would give to be alone... just stay behind me, and we'll be fine.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Jade had a pretty high tolerance for this sort of behavior when it came to men. She was used to having them think that she wasn't good for very much. She always proved them wrong when it came right down to it, however. I think I'll hold onto it, actually. In case I need it for something. Besides, I can always sharpen it later. Jade didn't like to be talked to as though she wasn't really there, and she would find Marc to be a rather challenging man to get along with. Do you want rocks for a fire pit? Or rocks for actually starting fire? Because I have some flint with me. And a lighter. She crossed her arms and waited for him to say something. Just because he didn't want a partner didn't mean that she wanted him for one.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Fire pit. Marc replied, and sighed. should have just skipped class...i hate camping... he turned to her once again, and gave a less angry frown. do you enjoy the outdoors? that was completely different. a dark person, talking?
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Taken aback by the question and the seemingly sudden shift in moods, she took a moment to answer. I like it every so often, but you really have to be in the mood for it. At heart, I like the city better, but there's nothing wrong with a little camping now and then... Unless you were him, apparently. At least it's only for a few nights, she said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

the clouds say otherwise.. he commented, sighing in discontent. pulling out a knife similar to the one he handed her, he gazed at it for a moment before flicking the blade out, and quickly stabbing the ground. carving a decent sized hole into the ground, he cleaned off his knife and pocketed it. you find some decent rocks, i'll get...us, some firewood. and with that small hesitation, she was his partner.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Hmmm, I think I can find some decent rocks at the riverside. I'll fill the canteens while I'm there, if you want. I have the purifying kit too. Wanna come with? There should be enough wood on the way, she said, pocketing her compass.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

groaning, he knew what would happen if he didn't. and of all the things he hated, he wouldn't give people to call him a deserter. i guess.. he replied, grabbing his canteens and twig rope. a simple thin rope, great for simple loops and holding weak twigs together. let's go.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

She made a note of the direction they were walking away from camp in and grabbed the kit before she came with him. With a little smile, walked with him. Personally, she loved the feeling of the air before a storm. She would have loved it a lot more if she would have been inside, however. We should try to hurry, she said, frowning as the sky grew darker.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Though he truely wished she hadn't mentioned it, he did pick up the speed. he didn't care if he got wet. he was going to that night anyway. why are you in this class? he asked, hesitantly. something about her...it made him want to ask things...though it wouldn't matter. she was just like everyone else.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Hmmm? Because I was interested in the topic, she said, blinking. No one had ever asked her that question before. It was just assumed that it was something her major required. Just trying to branch out a little, she said with a smile. What about you?
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

he tried to avoid eye contact, occasionally picking up a stick to keep his face away from hers. dean told me to. said i needed to get in some sun.. he kept it hidden, but his face gave a deep frown. the truth was, the dean wanted him to get close to someone, and this was the only class that brought partners close.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Hmmm, well, to each their own, she said walking with him, noticing that he was trying to avoid looking at her. Frowning, she wondered why he was acting so weird... We're almost to the river bed, She said. There will be plenty of good rocks there. She smiled and stretched a bit. So you don't get enough sun, huh? How come?
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

i stay inside alot. don't spend much time outside. he gave her the absolute barest of answers. ...not alot of people to hang out with.. why did he tell her that?! picking up a good chunk of rocks and twigs, he sighed, waiting for the canteens to fill.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Hmmm, a bit of an introvert, was he? Well, nothing wrong in that, she supposed. That's a shame. There's so much you can do outside. Fun stuff that people get mad at you for doing indoors, she smiled and then slipped the purifying tablets into the canteens since they were full now. She slung them over her shoulder and started to collect rocks from the bank. So what's your major, Marc? Maybe she'd seen him around in some classes besides this one before.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

finding decent enough rocks, he grabbed a handful and pretended to look for more. I don't have one. just taking what i can. he replied, almost afraid to ask the next question, what's yours? she's so nosey...why was she making him talk? thunder claps could be heard, and soon, drops of rain began to fall. it was time.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Aw...I was hoping it would hold off a little longer, she said, taking a small foldable bag from her pocket. She dumped a bunch of rocks in there and flipped her hood up. Me? I'm a graphic design major, she said with a little smile. Do we need more rocks or can we start heading back? She asked, frowning as the cold rain fell down on them.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

before long, the rain increased faster, and suddenly Marc's hand snatched hers. we should go. before she had time to reach for her compass, he began to bolt back the way they came. which way is camp?!
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

Jade gasped, the forcefulness of him grabbing her hand making her drop it as they started to move. The rain was getting a little painful, and the wind had picked up, so it really wasn't helping matters. I don't know, I dropped my compass...I can't see where it went, but I think it's this way, she said, heading in the direction she thought they'd come from.
Thread: Just an ordinary camping trip...but wait! (Vengir/Candira)

the two turned, and began to head in the wrong direction. the rain kept pouring and pouring, forcing Marc to pull her arm in closer, making sure she was nearby. after a good run, he realised they must have turned wrong. over there! his eyes landed on a large cave, which was good enough for him. dashing underneath the roof, he quickly fell flat onto his rump, and panted. as he tried to relax, he began working on a campfire already. we'll need warmth...these clothes will get...real cold..real fast.. he panted as he spoke, trying desperately to get things under control.
Thread: Turning Japanese

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Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

The sun pounded down upon the earth, pouring its full fury to the parched land below. The sweltering heat had been punishing him for days, leaving him a sticky, exhausted mess. He couldn't even summon up a bit of spittle, his clothing were stuck to his body, clinging tightly, seeming to choke the life out of him. The baked earth didn't seem to give a bit under his feet, just adding to his swelled, pained feet. He doubted that he could even get his boots off at this rate. His back had been hunched over for hours now, a hard knot forming there, keeping him bent over, hobbling ever towards the east. Towards his reward. It had been rumored for years, an ancient fortress, the home of a forgotten emperor. A trove of weapons and treasures. He was not the first who set out into the desert. He doubted he would be the last either. No matter how many people disappeared, never to return. No matter how many returned from the desert, maddened and rambling of strange horrors and torments. The rumors were too great, the history too sure. Everyone knew where it was. Everyone knew no one had come back, no one had yet looted it successfully. Everyone knew the Emperor died there with all his power at hand. A well known oasis, and the fortress that loomed near it, casting a heavy shadow over the spot of life. Cale could see it ahead already. His steps quickened, making him recklessly scramble, stumbling several times, scrambling with his hands when he fell over. The mad dash pulled him closer to the oasis, the first few plants poking out of the ground. Small bits of desert blooms, the first shrubs and trees. He could smell the water ahead, and feel a quiet tingle travel up his spine. Ignoring that sign that in quieter times would have warned him of danger, he plunged ahead. He stumbled right out into the cool water, falling face first into his shallow pool, gulping down a full mouth. It was a cold, dead weight in the center of his stomach, sending a chill through him that cooled him off almost instantly, and served to remind him just how hungry he was. He twisted back over, unwilling to leave the water, letting it soak into his clothing, wash away some of the grime, sweat, and muck that accumulated on him over the trek. A slaughtered pack animal, raiders who made off with most of his supplies. His guide running off in the night. But he was here finally. He stared up at the fortress as he floated along on his backside. He could already imagine the treasures that lurked inside, waiting to be taken.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

There was never a sound when she walked within the walls of this fortress, it was always dead silent, which was the way it should have always been. People use to come in and out of this fortress often, but never liked such beings to touch these walls. Smooth fingers traced over the ancient walls, light blues eyes staring down the maze of halls and rooms. How long had she been here? She couldnt remember how many moons had passed, but it had been the day that miserable emperor had decided to shed her innocent blood all over the walls of his own quarters. It began with nightmares. She had tormented that man, made him scream in his sleep. Toss and turn. Never had she loved to watch such a sight, but that man deserved it. The man had been driven to insanity, to the point that he had attempted several times to kill himself. He couldnt do it though, every time he tried, she prevented it in some way. The day he died. She remembered it well, the events were played out often whenever some fool tried to come here for that treasure. She would always lead them to the room, promising them that they would finally get their hands on all the treasure they could imagine. They would walk into the room, the men and even sometimes women would be so excited when they saw the treasures. She would make her advances on them then, touch their lips with her fingers, graze their neck with her lips. She would wear them out sexually. None of them ever knew how long they were there. It would feel like minutes, but days could have gone by. Often they died of hunger and thirst. Sometimes though, things grew more violent. She fed off their thoughts, those poisonous thoughts about money and wealth. A few had figured out that if they stopped being so greedy she couldnt find them. This foul spirit could not find them if their thoughts tore away from the temptation of money and wealth. No one made it out alive though. Usually they would have thoughts of the money when they found the exit and turn back into the fortress, only to be confronted by her hungry eyes and her pets, rats and wolves which happily tore their victims a part. Of course, this whole process never began without a little play. She would stumble across the poor victim as an innocent woman who had been lost in the fortress after losing her husband and his friends as they searched for treasure. She would try and help the traveler find the gold and slowly tempt them into wanting to have a little fun with her. Her dark brown hair flowed back and forth as she walked, her clothing consisting of a pair of torn pants and a white shirt. Her luring eyes staring out of the fortress before she disappeared into the shadows to wait for that first step into the ancient fortress.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

An hour had passed since he first stumbled into that oasis. Cale had stumbled around, searching high and low, gathering a meager meal of water and what edible plants he could find. He stuffed himself on what was an otherwise humble meal, feeling a full belly for the first time in weeks. He had been dozing in the shade of a palm, letting the food and water help cool him down and regain a semblance of energy and vitality. His eyes rolled up towards the fortress once more, the mission at hand coming back to him now that his immediate needs were filled. A large place, it would take weeks to search. At least the oasis here seemed to have enough to keep him fed, maybe his luck would hold out and an animal would arrive here, something to help cart off the lucre and loot. It was all coming together, all turning around. The gods were watching out for him. The very thought brought a smile to his face. Not a religious man in the least, he was cautious enough to offer up a short prayer of thanks to whatever creature up there tossed him this good fortune. There never was telling who might appreciate it and hold off on the blights next time. Cale, fed, rested, and hopefully blessed, dusted off his legs, finally standing up with a long groan, his legs already having started to cramp up after the short rest. He hobbled those first few steps, but soon enough the aches and needles were fading away, his stride becoming stronger as he drew towards the fortress. Doubt began to filter into his mind as he saw it ahead. The front gate was gone. A sure sign of looters from earlier days. No signs of recent damage or tracks in the windswept sands which had drifted inside the fortress. It had been that way for a long time, months, maybe years. This place could already have been picked clean several times over. But that wasn't all. Wild beasts, who knows what sort of mongrels had entered the open building and turned it into thier den. Rats most likely, but it could be worse, a lot worse, and he knew it. His hand went to his belt, his only weapon left after the misfortunes of his journey here, a single slender knife, more threatening to a stew rabbit than to any wild beast or would be looter. But its worn wooden handle in his hand was comforting, a familiar sense of false security as he crouched over, stepping into the few feet of the Fortress, his head swiveling around constantly, looking for that trap, that curse, that wild beast in the shadows.
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Hello? Her voice carried through the fortress, it was distant but clear. A woman, an exhausted one, was speaking those words. Becca, dragged her left leg behind her a little, and the smell of blood flowed through the air of the fortress mixed with the scent of death and other things, which one would rather pretend was not the case. Soft scratches echoed in the ancient building, rats crawling around searching for their next meal. Is somewhere there? Johnathan? the worn out woman called out. Johnathan, is that you? she repeated as she wobbled a little before falling to her knees. Blood and sweat poured down her body, a perfect body if one must say so. She was an average height, with well defined breasts, hips and legs. Her eyes sparkled, despite looking like something that had been dragged through the dirt for the last three days. Oh you're not John, she whispered when she saw this stranger. Tears began to fall from her eyes as she slowly lay down. Her heart pounding in her chest as she seemed hopeless at the sight of this strange man. You shouldn't go in any farther. Please, help me get out of here. This place is nothing but a nightmare. She heard what sounded like laughter behind her, though it could have easily been the wind. She looked backwards for a moment before looking at this man. He looked like a real man, unlike some of the thieves who had been too idiotic to turn around when she warned them to leave. Please, I couldn't bare it if another person disappeared like my John, she pleaded with the stranger. You must be after the treasures, like he was...his friends too, she drew in a deep breath as a rat scurried by, hissing at the two of them as it rushed into a crack in the wall. What's your name? she asked as she rubbed her leg. The young woman looking away, as if something bothered her when it came to this man. You seem like a tough man, surely you have an interesting name...
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Hello! he called back as he heard the seeking greeting reverberate down the corridors towards him. He started moving quicker, heading down towards where he thought he heard the voice, relatively heedless of the dangers that might have been lurking around. HELLO?! he called out louder as he came on. The scent assaulted his senses. He felt a lump building in his throat, bile bubbling in his guts. It wasn't enough to make him lose his meager meal, he was more acclimated to the stench than he ever wanted to be. It made him hurry even more, breaking out into a jog towards the voice as he heard a female questioning once more. He rounded a corner, nearly slipping across the stone as he came face to face with the voice in the ruins. His eyes froze on her, the words in his mouth dying off, nothing coming out of his lips. John? A woman in distress, tears, a lost treasure hunter... Where did she come from? It was only then it registered that she had been favoring one of her legs before she started to lay down. He quickly scurried over towards her, keeping just out of arm's reach. Cale of Redwater, he spoke softly, trying not to alarm the woman. His eyes moved down her body, lingering over her curves until he finally looked down at her leg, Are you injured? he asked softly as he checked for a wound, Can you walk?
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

Becca took in a shaky breath as she was questioned by the new comer. Her face pale as she looked over at him, she seemed to study him, as if wondering whether or not he may be a threat to her. Only...minor injures, she said softly. My leg has gone numb because of some spider bite, she said softly. I know it isn't deadly though, she said softly. Of course, upon inspection, there was a purple bump on her leg, it was small but obvious it had been there for at least a few hours. I can walk, I think, she said softly. I'm just exhausted, I've been going through this fortress for hours, looking for my husband and his friends. She shook her head lightly before looked away. I'm sure they're gone now. You really should leave. The treasure, despite being something amazing, it isn't worth it...The minute you see it, everything crumbles. Please, sir, tell me you aren't here for the treasure, she slowly started to stand up, and she adjusted her shirt. She paused when she realized there was a rip over the left breast. She didn't care much at the moment though. A rip was a rip, it wasn't like she was baring all. Cale... she started to say. My name is Becca, my husband is Johnathan of Rosedale, she winced after she spoke, falling forward a little and placing her hand on his chest. If you are determined for that treasure, let me show you what I know so you can escape quickly...Perhaps we can find my husband too...
Thread: Soul and Stone (Miss Chantz and I)

When she fell, he caught her, just a natural reflex. His arms wrapped around her, holding her upright on her feet, letting her get her strength back. A damsel in distress, injured, torn clothing, supple and smooth, here, in his arms, feeling her touch on his chest, a reassurance that this wasn't just an illusion or some heat stroke hallucination. Her words passed into his head, barely registered as he focused on that sensation. It had been a while, he had been alone in the desert for a long time. Husband... mere hours? Something sounded off. But for the life of him, Cale could not put it together. Yes... I need the treasure, we need it, he corrected himself quickly, shaking his head. He shifted his body, trying to take Becca's arm and put it over her shoulder as he hooked around her back, holding her up similiarly to help her walk along and spare her injured leg. We'll find him, I promise, and we'll all get out of here, just fine.