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"Eeep!" Ein squeaked out in surprise as the Dwarves suddenly made themselves shown.
Zeke made not a sound but reared up and as if to strike the closest foe, but Ein recovered herself and put her hand up for Zeke to stop. He stayed still, like a statue of himself, only the crimson flames that snaked out of the myriad of cracks in his body moved. Ein slowly raised her other hand, the universal sign of 'I'm not doing anything that you should shoot me for.'
"Me and Zeke here," she gave a nod to Zeke who still stood still behind her, "Came up this way to visit his birthplace for his birthday. But now we want to keep heading north. I am looking for work, Zeke is here to protect me, or anything else I tell him to do. He usually helps me on my jobs, especially with anything heavy. But we don't mean no harm!"
She bashfully looked down at her feet, "I don't imagine you would want to hire me for anything?"
Zeke made not a sound but reared up and as if to strike the closest foe, but Ein recovered herself and put her hand up for Zeke to stop. He stayed still, like a statue of himself, only the crimson flames that snaked out of the myriad of cracks in his body moved. Ein slowly raised her other hand, the universal sign of 'I'm not doing anything that you should shoot me for.'
"Me and Zeke here," she gave a nod to Zeke who still stood still behind her, "Came up this way to visit his birthplace for his birthday. But now we want to keep heading north. I am looking for work, Zeke is here to protect me, or anything else I tell him to do. He usually helps me on my jobs, especially with anything heavy. But we don't mean no harm!"
She bashfully looked down at her feet, "I don't imagine you would want to hire me for anything?"
why you suffering Ammo?
I'm good with it. I'll get a response up later tonight or early tomorrow morning.
I wont smack you up side the head, just your employer...
uhm... sure?
It can be where ever you want it to be boss, except in the middle of elven territories.
It can be where ever you want it to be boss, except in the middle of elven territories.
The putrid smell of sulfur and brimstone filled the nostrils of the young Elven girl. She could not be any more out of place. The pale haired, fair skinned child was brightly clothed in a dress of blue and white, while the surrounding terrain was desolate and broken mountains. Toxic steam vents opened and poured clouds of ash into the air so that there was little to no life, save for the volcano high above their heads. If Ein stood still long enough she could feel the vibrations of the living rock through her feet, it used to be unsettling to the girl, but she had grown used to it. Despite the bleak landscape she was cheery, after all, she was on the mountain again that Zeke was born from.
Zeke fit in with the scenery, even down to the spurts of flame that sometimes erupted in little jets around the gaps in his obsidian form. He lumbered along quietly, indifferent to being back at the Cradle.
The unlikely companions could be seen from a long distance, the black sheen of obsidian, and flash of blue and white, these were easy to spot from a long distance but it didn't matter, nobody was near to be a problem. Even if a bandit or monster of some sort did pop out from a hidden piece of the broken landscape, Ein wasn't afraid. Nobody could beat her Zeke.
It took a long time, but eventually the pair made it to their destination, a vent that led down to the active volcano flow below, it was too hot to enter without protection, it was as far as they dared to go. When last they were there Ein's Father had cast a protective spell on her, she tried to think of it to see if she could manage to pull it off, but the words didn't come to her, and very little of the words she remembered actually had any effect whats so ever. They sat in silence for a moment on the warm rocks near the vent. Swinging a pack around her back she took out a flagon and took a drink of warm water and took out a leaf wrapped piece of bread. She broke off a small chunk before putting the rest of the bread back and the flagon returned as well. She nibbled on the bread for a moment, the flavor returned her for a moment to her ancestral home.
She shook her head and pushed the image away. Nostalgia had no place in her life now. She had no home, and likely never would.
"Well Zeke," She said suddenly breaking the silence, the gravely sound of Zeke turning his massive frame to face her was the only response, "Lets head north, once we clear the cradle. I haven't been north yet."
A sound somewhere between a groan and the sound of a rock slide came from Zeke.
"I know it is dangerous, but we are running out of jobs in the southern towns and they are starting to remember me. I don't age like a human, they'll figure it out soon. I need to find somewhere else to find work. Besides, you'll protect me, wont you, Zeke?"
It wasn't a real question and Zeke didn't need to answer. Of course he would, that was his only purpose in life.
Zeke fit in with the scenery, even down to the spurts of flame that sometimes erupted in little jets around the gaps in his obsidian form. He lumbered along quietly, indifferent to being back at the Cradle.
The unlikely companions could be seen from a long distance, the black sheen of obsidian, and flash of blue and white, these were easy to spot from a long distance but it didn't matter, nobody was near to be a problem. Even if a bandit or monster of some sort did pop out from a hidden piece of the broken landscape, Ein wasn't afraid. Nobody could beat her Zeke.
It took a long time, but eventually the pair made it to their destination, a vent that led down to the active volcano flow below, it was too hot to enter without protection, it was as far as they dared to go. When last they were there Ein's Father had cast a protective spell on her, she tried to think of it to see if she could manage to pull it off, but the words didn't come to her, and very little of the words she remembered actually had any effect whats so ever. They sat in silence for a moment on the warm rocks near the vent. Swinging a pack around her back she took out a flagon and took a drink of warm water and took out a leaf wrapped piece of bread. She broke off a small chunk before putting the rest of the bread back and the flagon returned as well. She nibbled on the bread for a moment, the flavor returned her for a moment to her ancestral home.
She shook her head and pushed the image away. Nostalgia had no place in her life now. She had no home, and likely never would.
"Well Zeke," She said suddenly breaking the silence, the gravely sound of Zeke turning his massive frame to face her was the only response, "Lets head north, once we clear the cradle. I haven't been north yet."
A sound somewhere between a groan and the sound of a rock slide came from Zeke.
"I know it is dangerous, but we are running out of jobs in the southern towns and they are starting to remember me. I don't age like a human, they'll figure it out soon. I need to find somewhere else to find work. Besides, you'll protect me, wont you, Zeke?"
It wasn't a real question and Zeke didn't need to answer. Of course he would, that was his only purpose in life.
I'll try to get a post in today. If not today then tomorrow morning... but it should be today.
Sheet updated, woot! I am over 50 now, half way there!
Zero enjoyed the structure of his day to day life at the academy base of Solaire. He especially liked learning the martial arts. His small dense form seemed to assist him in the few grappling techniques they learned, his stature counted against him with his compatriots so far as reach for a punch or kick, but growing up in the high-gravity environment of Fortress made his body more durable then most. In short, he could take the abuse better then anyone else. Star-Fist was not a good fit for Zim, but he learned it, and intended to employ its practices and techniques into his piloting where he could, and Black Star being a melee frame, he certainly could.
Zim didn't even mind the long lectures by Lorenzo, while many of the more technical details were lost on him he still found it interesting. It is true that Zim had worked on a terraforming team, using extremely sensitive and advanced equipment, but Fleck had taught him 'You don't need to know how it works, just that it does and how to work it. Leave knowing how it works to the engineers and technicians that fix it.' As long as Zim knew how to make it do what it was supposed to do, he didn't particularly care how it did what it was supposed to do.
Many aspects of Black Star were designed with the capacity to incapacitate his opponents. Both of his weapons were designed to attack isolated aspects of a machine, from weapons, to power supplies, to sensory equipment. So when he was told that despite their best efforts they had never managed to capture a particular type, Zim felt that it was assigned to him, as a personal mission, that he should do that whenever possible, especially any time they come across anything new. However, Zim would clarify this with the mission heads before proceeding of course.
With the lecture finished for the day, Zim was looking forward to heading back to the Simulators. Roger would probably want to spend more time in the sims again, as they had spent much of their free time of late, when suddenly the alarm started blaring. He looked around for a moment, his brow furrowed, until Lorenzo snapped his attention back to him, as soon as the words were out of his mouth he charged the door and made his way to the briefing hall with all due haste falling in with the others as they arrived.
Zim didn't even mind the long lectures by Lorenzo, while many of the more technical details were lost on him he still found it interesting. It is true that Zim had worked on a terraforming team, using extremely sensitive and advanced equipment, but Fleck had taught him 'You don't need to know how it works, just that it does and how to work it. Leave knowing how it works to the engineers and technicians that fix it.' As long as Zim knew how to make it do what it was supposed to do, he didn't particularly care how it did what it was supposed to do.
Many aspects of Black Star were designed with the capacity to incapacitate his opponents. Both of his weapons were designed to attack isolated aspects of a machine, from weapons, to power supplies, to sensory equipment. So when he was told that despite their best efforts they had never managed to capture a particular type, Zim felt that it was assigned to him, as a personal mission, that he should do that whenever possible, especially any time they come across anything new. However, Zim would clarify this with the mission heads before proceeding of course.
With the lecture finished for the day, Zim was looking forward to heading back to the Simulators. Roger would probably want to spend more time in the sims again, as they had spent much of their free time of late, when suddenly the alarm started blaring. He looked around for a moment, his brow furrowed, until Lorenzo snapped his attention back to him, as soon as the words were out of his mouth he charged the door and made his way to the briefing hall with all due haste falling in with the others as they arrived.
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