Basil hissed quietly, "Wait a minute. I think...yeah, that's a brahmin." He smiled shakily, shoulders sagging in relief. "A caravan. They may be able to help. They wouldn't kill paying customers, right?"
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I prefer Casual and Advanced roleplays, as writing paragraphs and multiple characters makes it feel more as if a group is collaborating on an actual novel. One-liners, speed-posting, and the like just doesn't interest me. I don't have a specific genre that I write in, as I tend to jump around them, but I suppose that I tend to lean more towards ones that involve action, drama, and horror. When I write romance, I like for it to be that "slow burn" sort. But in general, I can be interested in just about any genre, as long as the idea of the story itself is appealing to me.
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"No, I'm not leaving you," he said, holding onto Jace's arm. He was too tall for him to lean on him without losing his balance. "And either give me the bag or leave it."
Basil shook his head, and said, "You're not going to die, Jace." He forced himself to take a deep breath; panicking would only make the situation worse. There had to be something that he could do. He could try and make the Rad-Away himself, somehow--then again, he didn't have the glowing fungus that he required for it. Would it at least work partially without it? No, that was a ridiculous notion. Antiseptic and water wouldn't do anything on its own at this point. He continued to chew his lip, and then said, "You're going to have to help me here, Jace. We have to keep going." If they cut to the main road, there had to be a caravan, right? There had to be a good chance of happening upon one, right, and they could help, right?
"You just collapsed onto the ground," Basil snapped, hastily kneeling by his side. He turned Jace's face toward him, almost flinching from the heat. "I think it's pretty damn obvious that you're not 'fine.'" He chewed his bottom lip, contemplating on what the wisest course of action would be; Jace wasn't fit to continue walking, but he couldn't just leave him here while he went to find help. The town was still another couple of hours away, if not longer. And he certainly couldn't carry him, even if he did leave all of the bags.
"Of course," Basil said, glancing worriedly at Jace. He was tense, eyes squinted in the early morning sunlight; it was obvious that he was not as well as he claimed to be. Pausing, he outstretched his hand. "Let me have at least one of the bags, okay? Lying to me isn't going to do either of us any good, you know. I know you too well for that."
Basil eyed Jace suspiciously, but nodded and decided against questioning him further. "Yes, I'm ready." He slung his bag over his shoulders and stepped from the crumbling house; ankle-deep puddles of murky water had gathered in the potholes and gaping holes in the nearby road, and mud had chunked together everywhere. Despite that, though, the wind had died down and only the occasional misting of rain splattered onto them; the storm could be seen in the distance, but it was, thankfully, in the opposite direction that they were headed. They'd survived the night--now it was only a matter of them surviving the remaining few hours until they reached the town.
"Ow..." Basil whined dazedly a few moments too late. He forced himself into a sitting position, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. After looking around for a bit, he recognized where he was and, glancing at Jace, who seemed to be in as much of a hurry as he was within a few hours of wakefulness, he also began to pack the rest of the meager belongings, inwardly hoping that nothing had been damaged in the storm.
As they checked everything, Basil asked, "Are you feeling sick at all?"
As they checked everything, Basil asked, "Are you feeling sick at all?"
Basil rolled his eyes; nonetheless, though, he smiled. "Yes, thank you very much."
Basil laughed. "Come on, Jace, you're just being sappy now." He spared him a glance, though. "Then again, I do owe you a lot. I probably wouldn't have made it this far; may be smart, but not one for commonsense, am I?"
"You're nothing like him," Basil quickly said, shaking his head. He sighed softly, falling silent for a moment. He then added, "And honestly, you shouldn't even bother caring about what they think. The people in that town are nothing but idiots. All they ever do is complain and hurt others for what they don't have, even though they have no idea how to get it for themselves. Or they do have a notion, but are too lazy to work towards it because it's someone else's responsibility apparently. They're hypocrites." He pursed his lips, regretting what he said immediately. In a moment of honesty, he quietly finished his rant with, "I only want to do this for you and my dad. And for my mom, even if she's no longer here. Everyone else just got lucky."
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