Andreyich

Repairing the World - A Solarpunk Nation RP

I would probably wait to read more about the setting, like the state of the world, what the non humans are

but I had 4 ideas

1 would be some sort of federation of mountainous peoples in central Europe (Dinaric Alps and a few of the other ranges nearby) that hid away in some sort of bunkers when the world was hit by cataclysm and only recently reemerge; almost kind of like dwarves in fantasy (though I planned them to be normal humans)

2 was something like the Vandals of late antiquity where during the apocalyptic event army units from places that got hit hard invaded places that were hit less hard and took them over (so i.e. Spanish divisions taking over Morocco)

3 I wanted to be in some fertile part of the cradle of humanity where after the collapse of world societies this region kind of just became an important broker of natural resources (food, minerals) while relying on fresh water from abroad (their desalinated water all goes to irrigation)

4 some sorts of Eurasian nomads, herding cattle in solar powered RVs driving from oil well to oil well that they then go on to sell lucratively in Europe and Asia

Leaning towards idea 1 becasue I like the idea of the naivete these people emerging from their idyllic underground facilities would have and the ensuing culture shocks but I'll wait for more details of the world and other players ideas.

Repairing the World - A Solarpunk Nation RP

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Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

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"Cowards!" he Jin roared, still running across the roofs. He paced his breath, for the duo he was chasing was certainly quite limber. Still, he would not give up. Evil was here, in great abundance. He couldn't just let a murderer like that get away freely just because he was working up a sweat. Those medals, they had to mean something. Another snarl came from Temujin as he redoubled his efforts. For but a moment he thought to help himself to use the earth in the tiles of the roofs to make himself go faster. But no, he could do it by foot. If he began to start choosing these sacrifices in other people's names, that would begin the exact same slippery slope that everyone in the Kingdom that wronged him went on. The same path that made perhaps once good souls into villains.

In anger over this injustice he channeled a second wind, until very abruptly his attention was taken away. Some kid yelled at him. Jin looked down at him, and tilted his head. The boy looked scrawny enough that he'd struggle to get a blanket off of himself in the morning. "Run away kid. This is dangerous, it should be safe over there." he pointed in the opposite direction of where he presumed Ena and her newfound companion were going. "Get out." he commanded, not really even considering what the boy said. Hopefully he had sense enough to save himself, unlike the strange young firebender with the girl.

The thought of the wellbeing of the weedy boy suddenly brought Jin back to his memory of the old man he had left to fend for himself. "Damn." he cursed under his breath. Not that much time had passed, and yet it was more than enough for Mr. Hanwei to get lost or even hurt again.

For a moment the veteran looked back at the rest of the village, pondering if he should go back.

No, he couldn't. He was one man, and Jin had to hope he would have listened and stayed put. The Laughing Lily was said to have killed a lot more than one person, and would kill again. "You cannot outrun me!" he bellowed, and gave chase once more.

A grin came over him as he spotted the two fugitives. He dropped down, again entering a boxer's stance with either arm upraised and covered in earth, a similar affair upon his legs to avoid getting embarrassed like the other Earth-Benders Ena had beaten.

"You, boy." the stranger was a Firebender, but in this moment Jin just couldn't see him as a violent sort. He couldn't just batter him down. Besides, it wasn't like there was a bounty on him. "My problem's not with you." Three stomps with a briefly bared foot, and Jin erected a small staircase for Zai to climb to escape. "Get out, run fast." he was about to turn to Ena, before another thought hit him. "There's an old man out by the first shop behind the wall I made. One of you, Fire Nation. Help him. He's got a green cloak, brown bandana, little gold pendant on his neck. Eyes the colour of fire."

Finally, he could turn his attention to the Laughing Lily. "Now, drop the sword and put your hands on the ground and this can go smoothly. There's nowhere to run, and I'd rather not have to break you." But to demonstrate he was more than willing to do so, he banged his rocky fists together, producing a small light-show of sparks.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

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Jin had expected the young man to suddenly start cowering, and run from the woman that was armed with a sword and described as a serial killer. What he did not expect in the slightest was to see them take flight, followed by the boy displaying the fact he was unambiguously a firebender. "What?" he managed after a moment. He went to give chase, but with the fire spreading from the crates Jin groaned. He couldn't just let them harm the property of whatever poor souls owned the buildings to either side of the alley. His lips turned to an O shape and he took a soft breath that almost whistled before crushing a few loose rocks underfoot to sand and using them to smother the flame moments after it was born.

The warrior stared in the direction of the fleeing fugitives, wondering what exactly the boy was. An accomplice of the vicious killer? Truth be told he didn't look the part in the slightest. No weapons about him, and he looked skinny. Moreso even than others tended to be relative to the rough hewn folk of the Earth Kingdom. Then again, if he was muscled like an ox, it would certainly be a lot harder to hide in plain sight.

Regardless of if he was a devious killer or just an idiot, the girl he was with was far worse than a mere murderer. On the plus side, the fact they were running from him meant they were scared of him rather than vice versa so he figured he stood a pretty good chance when he finally got to confront them. All of this thinking that happened in less than a second was interrupted as he realized that more former comrades appeared behind him. As Temujin listened to their question he scoffed. "No, just a few dozen dragons who accidentally lit those boxes on fire. Don't bother me if you're too incompetent to catch a dangerous criminal." With that he yet again erected himself a pillar to jump on the roof of the nearest building to try and get a view of where the fleeing duo had gone.

Squinting, it took a few moments to spot them but once more he gave chase. Hopping between buildings he roared at them. "Challenge me, coward!" Anyone who ran like them probably didn't have ego enough to be goaded into battle by a mere request for a duel, but who knew.

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There was a feeling of satisfaction, a job well done as the last bystanders disappeared from the scene. It was the same feeling as a victory at a battle. Yet nobody was hurt from his actions. Quite the opposite in fact. A grunt of annoyance came from him however as some soldiers removed part of the barrier. He hadn't put too much effort into it, but it was still annoying. Any loose rocks or wind blasts or whatever would all go past and damage property of people. But at least nobody would die. Well, with that done he jumped on the wall, now choosing to simply observe the fight, curious as to who would win. With no dog in the fight, it would be an entertaining experience.

It was then that his eyes fixed themselves on what he had been missing. The lily-blade. Pupils enlarged, his heart beat like a hurried drum. When compounded with the obvious skill the woman had with the blade, the soldier had only one conclusion to draw.

"The Laughing Lily."

Temujin threw off his cloak, looking down on the three medals gleaming on chest, pinned to the worn green uniform he wore. The Kingdom had betrayed him. But he couldn't betray its people. Maybe the authority issuing the medals were vile, but they still meant something. His promises to his homeland, his nation, they still meant something. He could not simply allow a murderer to frolick about like this.

Jin was no Dai Li agent to be able to somehow crawl along a smooth wall without even using earth bending. But with a few buffs of effort he followed Ena all the same. As she climbed up on a roof, he slammed a foot into the ground to push himself up at level with the roof of another building on a long pillar of dirt. She was looking for something and seemingly followed.

A victim, perhaps. As she jumped down so did he. She was incredibly fast, and he had to work to catch up. Jin used his bending to accelerate his travel, leaping from rock to rock that he pushed out of the ground as a sort of series of springs to keep him going faster than his legs could take him by themselves. He entered the market, looking about. Curses, she was nowhere to be seen!

No, the fluttering rug, that had to be it! Sprinting through it he stared at Ena, the supposed lily bandit. If the stories were true, he was at great risk. He took a deep breath, bunching his hands into fists at his waist. Then he slowly widened them into flat lengths as they rose to his clavicle, making a dense layer of earth as impromptu armour around his legs and waist. As remarked before he was no Dai Li agent to make delicate form fitting gloves of stone and the like. But he did make big crude boxing gloves of rock on either fist. “You, boy, get out of here. This one is a killer. The Laughing Lily.” Then his attention turned to Ena. Jin had survival instinct enough to feel himself in great danger, imagining Ena cackling as her blade ended his life. But there was a duty to stamp out the evil of this reviled bandit. “Drop the sword, hands forward, and this can go quietly. Your terrorizing of this land ends now.” He hoped the bandit would surrender, but knew will enough it would be a one in a million chance. He also very much hoped the kid there had the wits to run off rather than be taken hostage.

Suddenly, he winced, remembering the old man. Who was taking care of him now? A pang of guilt hit him, his hands lowering ever so slightly. But, he was just one man. Who knew how many lives she took? Again the fists came up, ready to hand out a beating.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs