Skeith Takahata II
Lesbian Anarchist
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2009
- Location
- Elsewhere
The world lay in ruin as a result of an event that future generations would recall as “The Cataclysm”. Catalyst for this disastrous event was human nature. The desire for power and knowledge brought the world to grinding and apocalyptic halt. Cities were brought low, and the human race was brought to the brink of complete annihilation. The only remnants of our once proud history, now only remain in fragments of technology. The secrets of our ruined world, are said to reside in a place known only as “The Archives” this lost and forgotten location is the goal of all treasure seekers, and warlords. In a world so barren of progress, Knowledge is Power.
This is the tale of one such band of treasure seekers and their own journey to make right a world gone so terribly, terribly wrong…
The gloved hand of a silver-haired woman; Reina , grasped at a foot-hold on the ruined rock face of a city wall. The gate long since demolished, scaling the fortress like stronghold was the only means to enter. A series of grunts escaped her lips as she steadily pulled herself higher on the structure. She turned her attention downward, to check on the rest of the team, scaling the wall behind her. “Come on ladies, only a little further and we’re in!” She continued her struggle until she proudly stood atop the stone structure. “Jo, let me give you a hand.” She said quietly as she reached down with an open hand.
The noticeably younger; Jo , struggled to climb after her older companion. She looked at the hand she was offered in disgust. Though the difficulty she was having in climbing was clearly evident, she refused to accept aid from her ally. She growled lowly as she slapped the hand away. “I can take care of myself!” She barked as she continued to scale the broken wall.
Reina retracted her hand as soon as it was slapped. “Ow!” She shook it a bit before planting her hands on her hips. “Whatever you say; Miss Independent.” She turned her eyes skyward, covering her gaze with her hand. “Looks to be midday. We’re making good time.” Her eyes turned to face the city below. The ruined remnants of the city concerned her. How many mutants chose to make this place their home? The prospect of getting cut off from her allies here was terrifying. She shook her head clear of the thoughts before returning her gaze to her allies below.
Jo continued her struggle, her hands weakening with each hand hold. Within seconds she felt her grip loosening, but in her stubborn youth she refused to ask for aid. Only moments later her hands lost their grip entirely, a startled yelp was followed by a shriek of terror as she fell towards the ground below.
This is the tale of one such band of treasure seekers and their own journey to make right a world gone so terribly, terribly wrong…
The gloved hand of a silver-haired woman; Reina , grasped at a foot-hold on the ruined rock face of a city wall. The gate long since demolished, scaling the fortress like stronghold was the only means to enter. A series of grunts escaped her lips as she steadily pulled herself higher on the structure. She turned her attention downward, to check on the rest of the team, scaling the wall behind her. “Come on ladies, only a little further and we’re in!” She continued her struggle until she proudly stood atop the stone structure. “Jo, let me give you a hand.” She said quietly as she reached down with an open hand.
The noticeably younger; Jo , struggled to climb after her older companion. She looked at the hand she was offered in disgust. Though the difficulty she was having in climbing was clearly evident, she refused to accept aid from her ally. She growled lowly as she slapped the hand away. “I can take care of myself!” She barked as she continued to scale the broken wall.
Reina retracted her hand as soon as it was slapped. “Ow!” She shook it a bit before planting her hands on her hips. “Whatever you say; Miss Independent.” She turned her eyes skyward, covering her gaze with her hand. “Looks to be midday. We’re making good time.” Her eyes turned to face the city below. The ruined remnants of the city concerned her. How many mutants chose to make this place their home? The prospect of getting cut off from her allies here was terrifying. She shook her head clear of the thoughts before returning her gaze to her allies below.
Jo continued her struggle, her hands weakening with each hand hold. Within seconds she felt her grip loosening, but in her stubborn youth she refused to ask for aid. Only moments later her hands lost their grip entirely, a startled yelp was followed by a shriek of terror as she fell towards the ground below.