If you've known me for a while you might have realized that I have gone through a lot of role-plays. I'm not sure how many, but I know I've started too many. I am going to create a new one, unrelated to Rachel Blackruin, Sister of Lucky, or any of the other ones I had.
Please, if I forget about this for a while (and if you enjoyed it), please @ me and make sure I keep up with it! I really need to get back into writing more, and I think this will help.
Anyways, I'll post a little preview now:
The cool and foggy air of No Mans Landing swirled as I walked through the streets. I walked past Urchin's Grotto, and towards the Beacon. I hurried up the steps and almost made it to the door without any trouble. But then the all too familiar sound of a squeaky Pacifier grew near.
I turned around, only feet from the entrance of the Beacon. The fog was thick, but I could now make out the clear outline of the automaton marching towards me.
HALT! WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE THIS LATE AT NIGHT!
"I'm only trying to get to my work! Please excuse me-"
HALT! IT IS AGAINST THE LAW TO BE OUT PAST SUNDOWN!
"I know, I know, but please-"
The automaton stepped closer, his empty eyes staring into mine. I quietly reached behind my back, grabbed a pistol, and pulled it out.
HALT! THE USE OF WEAPONS IS PROHIBITED!
I fired. The shot was loud, and I knew that Lucky would sent out Bombardiers, but I had to get rid of the hunk of metal. Pacifiers were annoying, always blabbering about the laws and such.
I leaned over the Pacifier, trying to collect any scrap metal I could use for crafting. I then dragged the 'body' down the stairs and threw it into a garbage bin.
"There we go," I said under my breath.
Then I stepped inside the Beacon, relieved to have finally made it into the warm building. I threw my hat and coat onto a rack and hurried down a long flight of stairs to a basement.
"Ah, Rachel, there you are. We were just going to begin without you!"
I was happy to hear Alexander's gently voice, but very surprised to see many people crowded around a table. I had never seen any of these Aethesians, and shyly stepped towards Alexander.
"Who are all these people?" I whispered to Alexander. He smiled and lifted his chin.
"They- We, are the Resistance!"