Post by Aedris on Apr 7, 2020 20:34:25 GMT |
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Post by mango on Apr 13, 2020 1:24:47 GMT
Snuggled up with various pieces of cargo in the bed of a hover truck Manna pretended to sleep. Mind wracked with doubt he laid on his back, hands clasped together behind his head to form a makeshift pillow. Once again he found himself on an unknown planet in uncertain circumstances, chasing a prayer disguised as a lead to the far reaches of the Federation. Taking on the disguise of a wanderer searching for work he'd managed to hitch a ride out to the ruins, yet he'd grown increasingly anxious since departing from the village. The sound of the hover trucks breaks engaging solidified the pit of dread in his stomach. It was too late to go back now.
Sitting up Manna stretched a bit as carriage doors suddenly burst open causing a gush of wind to whip around the cabin. A masked face peeked into the bed of the truck, his goggle covered eyes scanning the cabin before settling onto Manna. Grabbing onto the handle for the support he hoisted himself up and into the cabin, causing it to dip slightly as stepped deeper in. With a tinge of disdain in his voice the man spoke; "Ain't payin' ya' ta' sit around. Kid." Giving him a once over Manna shrugged; "Ain't paying me at all." Wrapping his scarf around his nose and mouth, Manna flipped his hood on before moving to brush past the burly individual. Clearly dissatisfied with Manna's response the large stranger gripped his arm before he could go any further; "But I'm workin' with ya' and if ya' drag us down-" "Yeah Yeah." Manna ripped away from the man clearly disinterested in continuing the exchange. Hopping off the back of the truck Manna made it clear through his body language that he didn't care what the man had to say. "Hey I'm talkin' to ya'!" He shouted into the wind as an exercise in futility.
Already several feet away from the truck Manna took a moment to appreciate the ferocity of the weather. It was unlike any storm he'd experienced and for a moment he could not help but awe at the brutality of the wind. A particularly strong gust snapped him back to reality, causing him to stumble slightly. Now more annoyed than inspired Manna simply sighed before igniting in a slow blaze of pink and red. Wisps of fire ribboned skyward from the boy's shoulders, the flames violently flapping to and fro in the wind stubbornly refusing to be put out. Satisfied with the effectiveness of his conjuration Manna moved towards the front of the caravan. He was now invulnerable to the wind's sting, the fire around serving as a sufficient buffer to the harsh conditions. It also made him something of a natural beacon, as his red glow could be seen somewhat easily through the dust.
Hooking himself into the support line, Manna watched as his fellow sellswords scrambled about grabbing various supplies and lugging them into the valley. below. Deciding that he'd rather slack off with the researchers than carrying anything heavy, Manna quickly fell in line with a group of scholars, feigning concern as he motioned for them to follow. "I'll light the way- never know what could be lurking down there." While he got some confused looks, the researchers weren't about to argue with the guy on fire.
Sitting up Manna stretched a bit as carriage doors suddenly burst open causing a gush of wind to whip around the cabin. A masked face peeked into the bed of the truck, his goggle covered eyes scanning the cabin before settling onto Manna. Grabbing onto the handle for the support he hoisted himself up and into the cabin, causing it to dip slightly as stepped deeper in. With a tinge of disdain in his voice the man spoke; "Ain't payin' ya' ta' sit around. Kid." Giving him a once over Manna shrugged; "Ain't paying me at all." Wrapping his scarf around his nose and mouth, Manna flipped his hood on before moving to brush past the burly individual. Clearly dissatisfied with Manna's response the large stranger gripped his arm before he could go any further; "But I'm workin' with ya' and if ya' drag us down-" "Yeah Yeah." Manna ripped away from the man clearly disinterested in continuing the exchange. Hopping off the back of the truck Manna made it clear through his body language that he didn't care what the man had to say. "Hey I'm talkin' to ya'!" He shouted into the wind as an exercise in futility.
Already several feet away from the truck Manna took a moment to appreciate the ferocity of the weather. It was unlike any storm he'd experienced and for a moment he could not help but awe at the brutality of the wind. A particularly strong gust snapped him back to reality, causing him to stumble slightly. Now more annoyed than inspired Manna simply sighed before igniting in a slow blaze of pink and red. Wisps of fire ribboned skyward from the boy's shoulders, the flames violently flapping to and fro in the wind stubbornly refusing to be put out. Satisfied with the effectiveness of his conjuration Manna moved towards the front of the caravan. He was now invulnerable to the wind's sting, the fire around serving as a sufficient buffer to the harsh conditions. It also made him something of a natural beacon, as his red glow could be seen somewhat easily through the dust.
Hooking himself into the support line, Manna watched as his fellow sellswords scrambled about grabbing various supplies and lugging them into the valley. below. Deciding that he'd rather slack off with the researchers than carrying anything heavy, Manna quickly fell in line with a group of scholars, feigning concern as he motioned for them to follow. "I'll light the way- never know what could be lurking down there." While he got some confused looks, the researchers weren't about to argue with the guy on fire.