Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[Khael!]

[OOC: I neglected to state that I am not counting entirely OOC posts as part of the turn order. Ignore those, and the actual in-game posts fall into order.]

[Preturbed]

Eli Revelin:

I gather the small piece of fabric that now contains a bit of "special" sawdust and put it in my bag along with the rest of my things. It is starting to look dark out, and the weather is more than a little threatening. This was obviously my que to get moving. I could endure a night in the rain, but I don't really want to, so I turn to my newfound companions and make a suggestion.

"Hey Dragoon, A, and erm... everyone else, its about to get pretty nasty out here. I suggest we either set up camp or get moving. I prefer the latter myself. There's a river to the north of us and we'll be more likely to find some kind of civilization near the water. Even if we don't, the food by the river is probably more plentiful."

I take a few steps in the direction that my earlier meditation said was north, and turn to see if I'm being followed.

[hastur]

"That sounds reasonable."
Aramil begins walking along after Eli.

[Khael!]

Ishva takes a seat on the log, which is very old and almost entirely mossy now. It compresses slightly under your weight with a mild crumbly noise.

Dragoon turns his gaze up to the coming clouds. "Our stupid weather? Boy I wish it was ours; maybe then we could tell it to behave itself at times like now."

He nodds acceptingly to Safra's apology. "It's okay to be a little bold every now and then. It's how we learn. Like when I called Hakiver here 'scaredy'," Dragoon glances at the rather... uniquely edged knife at the mans' side,

"I just learned he gets a little scary when I call him that. Er, so he's, just Hakiver then..."

Dragoon begins to follow after Eli, motioning to Safra to some along. "I don't recognize this place at all..." he turns to address the group,

"Not sure about you guys, but I like this guy's thinking. Not that a little rain bothers me; it's the only weather I get back at home, with all the mist coming off the waterfall. Follow us if you wanna - whether you do or not, it was great meeting all of you! ...Maybe we can find a way to catch fish from that river... what would we need..." Dragoon trails off, random scraps of though escaping his lips in an unintelligible fashion.

He draws his scimitar-like blade and pulls out a red packet from a concealed coat pocket. He opens it and cuts a fresh piece of chewing gum off, still thinking to himself.

'A' settles down upon a tangle of stringy plants growing beneath the tree. As Ishva sits upon the log, something long and dark green quickly slithers out of the cracks and into the brush a few feet from where you are sitting.

[Akamaz]

After briefly noting the probable cause of the translocation, Ishva pulled up the hood on her tunic. apparently her poncho hadn't made the transition with her.

"So does sanyone here have any idea where we're at?"

[42PETUNIAS]

Ataska got up and followed Khael wherever he was going, staying within earshot, but a bit back, so no one would specifically notice him.

[The Argent Lord]

Safra fell into step behind Dragoon as she walked. She carefully snuck a peek over her shoulder at both Hakiver and "A," who seemed a bit more threatening than the rest.

[Bisected8]

Pleased I had managed to intimidate my way out of a nickname, I looked around.

Then I spotted a small green creature move from a log to some brush. "Hmm, whats that..." I said quietly to myself trying to recall what it is.

(OOC: I'm making a knowledge check or soemthing to recall what it is)

[xravi]

“Dragoon you’re talking to yourself again.” Roy said in a low voice. He glances over to the people walking forward and he himself walks forward. “So does anyone truly know the area around here. I don’t think I ever been here so I wouldn’t know." Roy looks back to Dragoon. "Hey give me some gum man.” he said motioning his hand to Dragoon.

[Ogianres]

Agrerius obliviously picked away at his ear, gazing once more at the cloudy sky as he flicked out a particularly large piece of wax into the air. He heard someone say something about "camp" and, after taking a few minutes to actually put that word into relevant context while cleaning his nose, said, "well I hope somebody had the foresight to realize that we were going to get stuck out in the middle of nowhere and brought a tent, ha!"

He looked around, noticing that several of the others had already began to walk off in a direction, and began to follow them. Hopefully, he thought, these people will have the necessary skills to keep us all alive out here. Agrerius chortled at the absurdity of the concept, but did not falter in his movements.