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Got some RL stuff going on right now. I'm hoping to be able to continue this one, but I might not be able to. Just a heads up.


BB! DONT LEAVE MEH! D:
@athanshadow
What do you mean?

If it is about starting the fight, I am sure Erik will figure out what he is doing.... can't speak for Gisk though.
I would love to collab, but I only get 2 hours of free time a day this week ;-;

I can probably do a 'oneman' post though.
I am enjoying the prince's reactions. Too bad he isnt real, we could be friends. xD
Why so quiet?! D:
Daniel Wilton



He saluted silently and nodded acknowledgement to Lorenzo’s response to his question. Afterword, it was a matter of cleaning up shop. Buell, a pale man who appeared to be around his own age was the squad officer. He had no concerns there, but the younger girl that was promoted to the junior officer position was worth pause. Of course, they would have chosen carefully. Daniel shifted his feet slightly. He really needed some time to get to ‘know’ his squad mates better. Analyzing the data from their mock battle would be helpful, though he likely wouldn’t be able to get his hands on it for another few hours, and it would take longer to go over it all.

The training schedule was particularly generous with free time; it was clear that the pilots would be expected to undertake personal training and goals. This was certainly a much looser military division than of the regular ground forces- though it made sense. A glance about was all one needed to realize that these were not just soldiers… just children and adults formed into a team that was meant to handle severe psychological trauma while training to fight an enemy that was slowly eradicating their species. At the dismissal, Daniel turned heel and headed straight for the pilot barracks. He followed Twilight from a distance for most of the way because he was unfamiliar with the layout of the base still. He split off as he spotted his own quarters, softly closing the door- It was a modest room, with a bunk just a step above a cot, bare walls, and a small desk against the wall opposite the bed. At the foot of his bed was an empty plastic storage trunk.

Atop the bed sat two generic bags, and he quickly unzipped the first and transferred the neatly folded clothing the trunk, pausing from time to time to gently brush out a wrinkle. He took the chance to change out of the plug suit into a much less formal attire; standard issue pants and a white undershirt. The second bag was much more important however. Upon unzipping it, his fingers paused on the contents, as if unsure where to start before starting by removing a paper hardback book. He stroked the cover before piling it on the desk, followed by a stack of loose leaf synthetic paper documents and a few notebooks. Along with this came an assortment of office tools, protractors, two calculators, a ruler, etc. Despite the mess, it took Daniel only a few minutes to sort the conglomeration into the various desk drawers; he was familiar with it. In the last drawer, he discovered the training manuals that Lorenzo had mentioned before, as well as the ‘personal device’ he had told Daniel to bring to his office to collect the battle data. He left the device alone, but picked up the first of the manuals before sliding open his door so he could keep track of the goings on outside. Daniel then relaxed on the bed, intending to tear into the instructional text like a teenager into a romance novella until he had a better grasp of the facility than Lorenzo himself. This particular manual detailed the VR simulators, their hardware specs, and operation- as well as instructions on how to load and craft different scenarios for training. It was quite an impressive piece of equipment on its own, really- the ability to calculate for planetary gravity, atmosphere, even average surface rock composition. His hand crept to his ever present notepad, jotting occasional notes on a setting or feature he found intriguing.
Erik Ricekeeper



Down the mountain, the wind blew, carrying the scent of fire. Erik's eyes narrowed at the smell and the man turned to look in the direction it had come from. He slowly stood and stretched from his little camp, as he had taken to napping in the late day so as to stay active into the night. The steppes had always been dangerous during the day, but it was in the early hours of the night that the more cunning predators stalked. Silently the archer strung his bow, a surprising feat of strength, given the man's frame. He didn't sling it across his back, but instead held it, positioning his quiver at his waist.

It was silent, but for the whistling wind. Shadows from the slight hills were beginning to stretch and devour the land, but Erik didn't avoid them, instead choosing to skirt within them. It was best to avoid casting a shadow, and silhouettes could be seen from a great distance. Already however, he could see the light from the fire atop a large hill. Certainly a camp, though one would have to be brave to risk shining that light across the steppes. It was a beacon, but to what?

The huntsman examined the slope of the small mountain with distaste. Rocky, loose. It would be hard to approach the camp without being observed. He took a breath and patiently began a wide circle around the mount, hoping to find a path that wouldn't require him to show his presence.
@Gate Keeper I see.. Well he could always move on and reincarnate


Wouldn't really solve his problems- he has some 'unfinished business' yet to be fulfilled.
@Ace of flames01
Less of that, more of regretting missed chances. An unescapable loop.
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