OCBZ vs. AtalaMassively tall towers. An abundance of them, too. There were parks (both in the air and on the ground), railways, even a lake. It was, all in all, a very pristine place, and certainly looked like the type of city you could leave your doors unlocked.
Of course, Neaion knew better than that. More than one planet she had come across had a vibe similar to this...and she had found that usually, the forces that keep places so nice and orderly aren't so nice themselves. Herself included. No, this was not an unfamiliar sight to her.
'Few organics, mostly robotics...oh, yes. Someone's keeping a nice tight leash on things here,' she mused. While it had been easy to get into the city itself, she was still unsure of the power of this world's inhabitants. Hence, she had elected to play 'nice girl' for now and keep her tantrums to a minimum. (Which was a shame, she personally believed that letting your emotions out properly was far better than just letting them stew.)
Regardless, she was rather irri
OCBZ Neaion IntroNeaion was pissed.
No, scratch that; she was beyond pissed. She was downright murderous. Which technically wasn't much different from her usual demeanor, but this was rage-induced murderous, not her usual 'I'm bored, lemme kill something and hope it dies funnily' murderous.
Of course, no one would currently be able to TELL that she was murderous, considering she was all by herself, in what she could surmise as the ass-end of nowhere. There was absolutely NOTHING for as far as she could see, save for the skies and dust being kicked up by the errant wind every now and again.
"Accursed traitor..." she grumbled to herself as she rose a few feet in the air. All she could tell was that it was relatively warm. Not uncomfortably so fortunately...were it cold, her skin would've been complaining loudly by now. As that thought settled in her mind, she couldn't help but grow more infuriated at the occurrence that had just happened.
She had just more or less finished with yet another successful cam
A Fisherman's TrialA Fisherman's Trial.
A simple tug on the line, and that should have been it. Instead there was an erratic jerk, and as the fisherman watched his dinner escape him yet again, he let out a soft sigh as he reeled in his now baitless line; his breath moving out in small, curling wisps, only to dissipate into the air.
It seemed like everything was dissipating lately. Having been let go from his somewhat more lucrative job as an accountant at a rather local law firm, the family's finances had begun to wane- his wife was in little condition to work so soon after giving birth to their latest bundle (a lovely little girl they had named Melody), and thus couldn't pick up the slack in a feasible time frame. On the other hand, his older daughter was only 14- not old enough to even get a part-time job yet. At least, not without breaking child labor laws.
Thusly he had decided to turn to an old love of his- fishing. He had always fancied himself a rather skilled fisherman, being able to bring
The Legendary Whiner The Legendary Whiner
As far as the weather was concerned, Maoui was convinced that something had it out for her. The day was bright, hot and incredibly moist in the jungle that she called home- as was the norm for where her tribe lived during this season, but the young catgirl -clad in nothing but her natural brown fur and a traditional youngling's multicolored chest and waist cloth- couldn't really help but feel that someone or something was making it specifically so that she had a hard time trying to acquire her dinner.
In this case, dinner consisted of fish. More specifically, fish that had been caught earlier in the day from a river that wasnt too far away from their village. They had set up the amount of fish caught in a rather big net, next to a just as big bowl that would be used for cooking and cleaning the fish as needed, if needed. There were big fish, little fish, red fish, blue fish, more fish than she could care to count. The very sight of it made
Duel of Fates Duel of Fates (A Short TF2 story)
Diving full force into a nearby shack, the demoman (still with TWO eyes, thank you very much...although the eyepatch was cool) quickly found himself a well needed duo of a medium health and ammo pack. Quickly utilizing the two objects, he allowed himself a quick moment to reload his ammunition...he always had favored his sticky bombs in battle, but it often bit him in the backside when he found himself out of loaded stock, and staring down the barrel of a flamethrower. Like very recently previously, for instance.
This was, in all honesty, an unusual method of combat they had been subjected to. Whereas usually they were requested to perform such missions such as capture certain waypoints on a location, or perhaps to 'acquire' the othe