Casey, Wesa, and Ben Collab
Walking casually through the dusty former road, knowing he wasn't mistaken in hearing what sounded like voices of others miles away. Wesa was hoping that these people could possibly provide what he needed so he could continue on his way to find more civilization.
Most of the people in his bunker had died and those left had disbanded because of the decisions of an incompetent commander. It had been a day and a half since he left.
If his nose wasn't deceiving him, Wesa could've sworn that the approaching area he was coming up on, smelled like smoke. Either the fire just being put out or the lingering smell basically fuming it's way into his nostrils. It was...much, causing him to cough some even though he still had to be maybe 2 to 3,000 feet from the populus.
A few minutes passed as he made his way up to the group, using a walking stick. Quietly getting closer, he made his presence known Hello... he simply said to whoever would pay him the attention, looking around at the individuals in the area.
Casey caught sight of the newcomer walking up and she didn't recognize this guy as one of theirs. She immediately assumed that he was one of the enemy. Not really having any fighting skills she did the only thing she could do. Stepping away from Ben she smiled and nodded at the new guy so Ben would turn around.
Casey took in the new guy's appearance. He was wearing jeans, a t shirt with a hoodie and a beanie. He was obviously, like Ben, native american. For a moment she wondered if they were related. Shaking that stupid thought out of her head she asked him, "Who are you and where did you come from?"
Ben blinked and turned about at that point. He was just about to let Casey know that was alright. Well...he might have told her a bit about the way the Commander seemed to be treating him, just to let it off his chest. But in all honesty, he'd been disliked before for weird reasons. Most of the people who used common sense didn't seem to mind him, mainly because he always tried to be polite. But oh well.
"Hey dude," Ben said, getting between Casey and the newcomer. You could never tell who was a raider and who wasn't these days. "You from the bunker?" He'd not seen him before, but he could have missed him.
The moment the two people closest to him turned, Wesa watched their actions and paid attention to their attitudes towards him getting a sense they've ran into trouble with maybe a person outside of their group or he could be the first person they've seen that's not part of them?
He didn't know for sure, but he didn't want to cause a rise in suspicion and hostility, not that he had a way to make them already think that. He spoke to the two Please, do not be alarmed. I'm a simple traveler seeking a little refuge. My name is Wesa...Wesa Freecloud. I came from the Lubbock bunker that's south of here. It's disbanded, which is why I've traveled this way. Wes told them.
Casey a little nervous with all that was going on jumped a little as a smaller explosion happened to go off nearby and there were others in the area still fighting. In the distance she thought she heard Kwan but she wasn't sure. She looked from Ben to this new guy and she stayed her ground not wanting to look scared although she was.
"Why is it disbanded?" She stepped one step closer to Ben. She didn't want it to look obvious but how could she just trust that he was who he said he was when they were under attack. "How did you get here without getting caught up in the fight?"
Ben looked at this new guy incredulously. "Freecloud?" he asked aloud. Moments later it hit him. He was native american, like Ben. More so, actually. Ben got his from his dad's side, but his mom was the stereotypical 'I'm 1/32nd Cherokee' kind of white person. He smiled at that, but decided to ask Wesa. "What's your tribe?"
Wes raised an eyebrow to what Ben said. He answered Casey first We disbanded because of our incompetent commander and the fact that many others wanted to be leaders instead of followers. Many died after exposing themselves to the air after we opened the bunker for the first time in a year. So, because of all of that and not wanting to follow those who's ego were just too big for my liking, I left and went my own way. He explained.
For how I got here without an encounter with the fighting...well...this may sound a little silly, but...I used my senses. What I mean is, I changed a little. It happened after I was exposed to the air. I felt sick but once I was better, it seemed that my senses were all heightened. So basically, I can hear, see, smell, taste, and touch at a higher level than an average human and I detected the fighting with my hearing. I don't know my maximum reach in hearing frequency is but I had enough breathing room to avoid any confrontation. I try not to fight when it's not necessary. he explained on that part.
Turning to Ben, he finally responded to him I'm of the Cherokee nation here in Oklahoma. He said being as honest as possible.
Casey listened but stayed where she was. She was looking around as some of the smoke was bellowing out of the bunker again and she turned so that it would not be in her face. She started coughing not long afterwards. She looked up as Harley and Grayson were in her line of sight. Harley looked up and frowned at the smoke and before Casey could do or say anything a large cloud of water fell over the area and suddenly Casey clenched her teeth as she was soaked to the bone like everyone else.
"I'm going to kill Harley!" Casey started to wring her clothes out as were so many of the others. Harley grinned as the smoke was filtered out and had fallen to the ground. The water had cleaned the air but drenched those in the way. Casey looked like a drowned ratt. Now embarrassed as well as unnerved she grabbed a jacket that was nearby that had missed getting soaked.
She stood there and listened to the men talking and she receded into her own thoughts on the reservations and was wondering how many of the survivors were left out of the original native american population. She brought her attention to the conversation at hand once more as Wes was explaining his power.
"So you can pretty much tell anything just by focusing on it?" She said while squeezing out her hair.
Ben nodded, thinking Wesa's answers checked out. He should have known that he was Cherokee, since there were a few reservations out this way. Or, there had been before the world went to hell. He didn't have time to voice it though until he was soaked, shuddering a bit from the sudden cold of the water.
He was going to offer Casey help, but he realized he didn't exactly have something on him that wasn't soaked. He shook himself like a dog, doing his best to get dry as the two spoke to one another. "Well, glad you're here," Ben told Wesa. "Other than our bunker getting pretty smoked out, the more the merrier I'd say." He gave a shrug, and a lopsided smile to Casey to see if she agreed.
Casey grinned at Ben's smile and nodded. "Sounds good to me. As long as the commander has no problem. He is in the bunker working on maintenance right now."
Wesa nodded to what Casey asked Yes pretty much...if I don't strain my senses first. he answered while trying to wring himself from the water dropped on them and looked at Ben Thank you. If there's anything I can do to help, I would be glad to. If you have enemies, I can detect them. And what's your names, if you don't mind me asking?
"I'm Casey and this is Ben and ..." her voice rose significantly as she yelled and looked directly at Harley and yelled out with a wry grin. "That water witch is Harley!"
Ben gave a joking, extravagant bow to the man. "At your service," he said. "Oh, and don't let the Commander know that I vouche for you because he's a bit jealous of me at the moment for something that...is not your concern, just...letting you know. Don't want him to get the wrong impression of you already."
Casey looked at Ben for a moment knowing she would have to ask him about that later. She had sensed conflict there and wondered what it was.
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