Rifts - DMH - Camp Union

[Icy_Drake]

"I feel the same..i miss my friends frank and everyone...i miss my animals and my family...and i really miss Sam...."she tries to fight it but the tears fall. "I know we cant go back"

[artistic-witch]

Vi shakes her head," oh we will go back . Just not any time soon . We gotta dial in our tricks . Most of all gotta let things settle down and blow over . But we will go back ."

[jawildey]

OOC: What about Dane? Nobody misses him? Sheesh, poor guy.

[Icy_Drake]

"But for how long eventually we will outstay our welcome here...we need a plan...a way to make money while on the move..."Megana begins to think..

[Icy_Drake]

Ooc- thats why i said everyone i cant remeber fully who megana was friends with lmao.

[artistic-witch]

Vi listens and thinks for a minute ," yeah your right . And we need to figure out the next steps after here ."

[Icy_Drake]

"Other than you potentially fighting in boxing tournaments....maybe bounty hunting could work..constant stream of work as crimnals arnt as rare like back home and could bring in good money for supplies and weapons"

[artistic-witch]

"Yeah true , but if I start doing fights, you could act as a manager type in the down time as we hunt down criminals. Or a worse thought, I could be a model. Not like i don't have the right assets Let's a thought at least ."

[Chaser1]

Megana sighs, "At least I'm not bunking with Dusty..." as she makes her bed, "Shock me I'll teach you how hard I can hit someone with a rifle stock and a butt of a pistol."

Vi takes the room in, "Well, at least we can watch out for each other. Besides, how would you know it was actually me? I also agree. Better then sleeping in the same room as Dusty. He's kinda creepy."

"Do you miss home and your family? Do you think one day we can go back?" Megana sits on her bed, staring at the floor as though something has been affecting her mentally.

They both notice a vent in the top corner of the room, probably piping in warm air from the tribal room.

Vi glances at her, "Yeah, I miss home too. I want to go see how Teddy's doing. I feel bad for him, but as for the town in general, well it's home. I miss my mom and dad. I hope we'll get to go back there some day."

"I feel the same. I miss my friends. I miss my animals and my family... and I really miss Sam," she unsuccessfully tries to hold her tears, "I know we can't go back."

Vi shakes her head, "Oh we'll go back. Just not any time soon. We gotta dial in our tricks. Most of all, we gotta let things settle down and blow over. But we will go back."

"For how long? Eventually we'll outstay our welcome here. We need a plan... a way to make money while on the move," Megana drifts deep in thought.

Vi listens and thinks for a minute, then says, "Yeah, you're right. We need to figure out the next steps after here."

"Other than you possibly fighting in boxing tournaments, maybe bounty hunting could work. A constant stream of work as criminals isn't as rare as back home and could bring in good money for supplies and weapons."

"Yeah, true, but if I start doing fights, you could act as a manager in the down time. Meanwhile, we could hunt down criminals. Or a worse thought, I could be a model. Not like I don't have the right assets. It's a thought at least."

The two think in silence as they both drift off to sleep at about the same time. The events of the last week, especially today, has heavily worn on their sanity.
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Megana and Vi wake up, unusually warm, but not in their beds. They sit up from their own reclining chairs as they look around; ambient moonlight glints off of what looks like an uneven cobblestone floor. A large wooden table stands in the middle of a large dining hall. At the far end of the table, a man sits in a tall backed wooden chair with his back turned to them. Next to him stands the same dogboy from the woods sporting an axe in his very human-like hands. His face is still that of a sort of wolf hound mix, snarling at them.

A disembodied voice booms through the enormous room, "Kneel before the screaming certitude of mortality! You will immolate your loved ones in sacrifice before the altar of ephemeral existence! You'll be thrown into the slobbering maw of destiny as the inevitable breath of extinction harvests their souls from the bloody teat of life."

[Icy_Drake]

"Excuse me?!.... who are you to demand this!"Megana growled back. " you can not demand sacrifice of people we hold dear and think we will be your whiling lap dogs...."