<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> Heh, time to gEt off my lazy bump and start writing... </td></tr></table> <span style='color:blue'> Tessera 49, Day 0: "I'm writing in here just in case something oddishly freakish happens. Not like it's not common for something oddishly freaky to occur, however this time it'll be me that the odd and freaky event will occur on. For you see, my brain troubles me, and yet it is one of my best friends. Some pendragons think that that in itself is freakish. But when you are me, you learn that it is a reality that you must accept. Besides, you're never alone this way.. Some pendragons would rather die than to be alo---" </span> The blue ink ran out. Of all the times and places for a pen to go dry, it had to be now. Then again, it was pretty cold. The ink could've just froze. Yes, the ink was frozen inside of the pen. Something that needed to be undone. But he couldn't go back to the NRF right now. Right now, would be really bad. Going back would mean getting ready. Getting ready could be ANYTHING.. Axis Wiles stood up, streching his right arm and scratching his head with the other. He looked around and saw the same things in all directions. Tree. Snow. Snow. Snow. Tree. Snow. Stump... It was the famous stump. The only tree ever cut down here. This was where he chose to sit on any given day. A random stump in the middle of everwhite trees. The best isolation in an already-isolated area. But he wasn't alone. He still had his mind on his mind, and that occupied him enough. Enough to hold a conversation with it. "So, it seems I won't be able to write everything today. Sorry." The wind picked up a little and died down. Axis dusted the snow off of his cranium. It bothered him terribly when snow got caught all in his hair. Strangely, he's surrounded by it everyday and never bothers to wear a hat or some kind of head shelter. The surrounding warmth of his shiny fur kept him from being cold. That was all he needed for the time being... "How is she?" he spoke to himself normally. "Oh, that's not good. Why doesn't she move? ... Oh. That's fine then. I'm guessing it'll be fixed when everything else is. ..." The surrounding was dull, quiet, silent, and annoying. Yet he managed to hold a conversation with himself like there was someone right there next to him. At the same time, he began shaking his pen, hoping to get some sort of ink back down. He succeeded but just barely. <span style='color:blue'> ne. I feel kinda lucky, but perhaps I shouldn't be. I have a feeling that soon, I'll be one of those lonely pendragons. Which is wh- - --</span> "Dammit.. out again..." He felt the inevitablity of not being able to finish this today. "I guess there won't be a novel on my life then. ... Hey, at least I tried!"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who:Telea Stormbrand(bipedal) Wearing: 5 layers of clothes and coats My posts arn't the longest</td></tr></table> Telea was looking over the Khell's shoulder at the paper. "<span style='color:blue'>Ink is freezing huh?</span>" she said, backing away in case he tried to lash out and hit her. She moved to his front "<span style='color:blue'>What'cha doing here? Not commen to see someone freezing to death.</span>" She plopped herself down on the snow. She sighed and said "<span style='color:blue'>Well, I could get you to some shelter, there's and abandoned town about a 6 hours walk 3 hours fly from here</span>" She glanced at him.
" Wha---?" He twisted his neck swiftly almost hurting himself doing it. He shivered with a slight embarrassment. Axis had no idea who she was, why she was there, or how long she was there. He pressed his book close to his chest as if to hide whatever he was writing. Not common to see someone freezing to death. That gave him somewhat of a relief. She didn't know who he was, nor what he was. With a little stretch of the shoulders and a non-tired yawn, he replied, "Hah. Freeze? Me? I can't. My fur is too well guarding from the snow, even though I don't have much of it. If anything, it's my head I should worry about. The little pendragon in my brain don't like it when it's cold... And besides, I live close by here anyway. There's no way my dad would let me come all the way out here if I didn't know where I was." He released the grip on his book so he could close it properly. Snow made paper wet. And wet paper was illegible. "What are you doing way out here? Last time I knew, the only inhabitants of this part of the snow was me and... well.. a squirrel."
"<span style='color:blue'>nothing really, I go where I go</span>"she said. She looked at the 'campsite' he hade made himself. A stump, and some paper, frozen ink, and an almost wet book. "<span style='color:blue'>I'll tell you this, I aways go to a cold place, no reason, I just do</span>" she said with a heavy shigh, and rested her head against her shoulder. <span style='color:blue'>Why would you want to live here, It's freezing</span>" she said, the slapped her hand over here mouth. she had just stated that she like the cold.
"Freezing? Nah, it's not freezing.. just really cold. But I don't feel really cold. It's always felt like this.." He scratched the back of his head. "Besides, it's not like I live here. I live close to the NRF. My dad works there. I just come out here to sit and chill." Chilling was easy to do in sub-arctic temperature. He twitched his eye and looked the other way. "She's what? She moved? Nice... " His eye and ear twitched back up. He shook it off like nothing really happened. "So, you don't live anywhere permanent then?
"<span style='color:blue'>Nope, my mom does and I bring her machinia parts</span>"She said. She laied in the snow, her pretty much thick fur keeping the snow from getting to her. A small creture chipped, and out of a pouch on her leg a small, magled looking crossbreed between two mamillia species. "<span style='color:blue'>Oh, this guy. He came to be when I was trying to fuse a critter with a vase through alchemy, well, the other half knocked the vase out</span>"
Axis looked at the odd creature. He sure wasn't a squirrel.... But he was just as interesting. He just had to write something about it in his book. <span style='color:blue'>... forget all that. I met this lady with this really cool mutated squirrel. It was fused with a vase. That's so cool! I wanna learn how to do that. Hopefully, I'll have to live through this first though.</span> "That's very.. wow. ISn't he cold or something?" He pet the thing's head. Axis couldn't tell if it was about to bite out at him or lick his finger but he pulled his hand back before it had some reaction he wasn't supposed to set off. "I made some stuff too. Back at the building. There's like... this really BIG machine with BUTTONS. The yellow one is the best. if you press the yellow and the black at the same time you can open this slide that takes you anywhere! Well... almost anywhere. The radius that my server is giving me is small. I need a better one. Hey, if you can get me some spare memory, I'd really appreciate it." He smiled. He wasn't thinking that she wouldn't understand anything he said, but he didn't care about that. He could have a conversation with himself in front of a stage and care less.
"<span style='color:blue'>He is never cold, his fur is so thick I can stick my finger in it and stil not touch skin</span>" it yawned "<span style='color:blue'>Oh, his name is Antiakos</span>" It crawled back into the pouch and stayed there. She almost began to laugh at how he emphasized the 'Really BIG machine with BUTTONS'. She poped up behind him again and read the book. She began to chuckle "<span style='color:blue'>You want to learn alchemy? I'm not a teacher, but my friend Davros could teach a bit</span>" she said.
Axis thought about it, then shook her head. "I'm fine. I know enough things to last me a lifetime. Besides, I've got wayyy to many things on my schedule right now. If I survive the day, anyway. It's odd thinking about that. Not living past tomorrow almost seems kinda interesting." He gave a half laugh. He heard footsteps coming from the corner. Oddly no one was there. It wasn't that random squirrel that would pop out from anywhere, but instead it was really nothing. He thought of the footsteps, and they rang in his head. He was turning crazy and he knew it. But it was going to work out. "I can probably have someone at the NRF teach me. I know a guy who comes by once or twice to help out. He probably could."
She nodded. "<span style='color:blue'>Alright</span>" she was confused, what did he mean by, 'If he lived another day', although, it was somewhat a stupid question because of the extreme weather here. Strangely, she heard the first pair of footsteps. "<span style='color:blue'>Did you just hear those? Those footsteps?</span>" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>my brain is dead</td></tr></table>
"Heh, that's just your mind playing tricks on you." He brushed his head of more snow. It began to melt and drop cold water on his scalp. "The snow is falling and the wind is blowing. There's no way you could hear any footsteps 'round here. It's not uncommon though. I can hear lots of things that never really happen. Then again, that's the same reason this is all happening." He picked up some snow and made a small ball. He carefully dusted off all abnormalities from its roundness. When it was a pretty perfect sphere, he held it up to her. "See this? This is your brain.. Pretty, round, well-shaped, normal. And this.." He picked some more snow and haphazardly toppled it on the semi-perfect snowball. IT became messy clustered with extra snow. "This.. is my brain. Crazy, huh?" He threw the snow at a tree. The snow stuck to the bark instead of falling to the ground. " And THAT.. is the 17% possibility of what can happen to it in the next couple hours if the operation doesn't run smoothly. Then there are all the other possible failures. Loss of memory being the main one I'm afraid of. I'm too smart to forget everything!" The thought sent a shiver through his body. If anything was bad, it would be spending all those years memorizing, studying, and learning about mechanics and old bones, only to forget everything that happened. "Wouldn't that be sad? I wouldn't even remember this conversation."
