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- Fantasy, Scifi, Horror, Modern
-Desiderata- One girl, two guns (Intro)
Many people's lives had been ruined by the war that sprang years ago- the war that was still going on under people's noses. It threw all of Earth into chaos in a span of a few days. Lives and adventures were torn apart and lost- but for 6 adventurers, it had just begun. The evil had to be stopped- and they thought they were just the ones to end it...
The tunes of the Spanish guitar filled the saloon; old and tired fingers lightly plucked at the strings, judging by the look on the man's face you could tell he was putting his heart and soul into the music. As though he was describing every precious moment in his life for the drunken audience. A large cowboy hat was placed on his head; weather beaten and dusty. The only thing you could see was the man's chapped lips, curled into a slight smile. He didn't stop playing as the door next to him was slowly pushed open, revealing a black cloaked figure. Just minded his own business, that's what he did- and that's what he had been told to do so many times.
He wasn't going to die today. That's all that mattered.
Worn-down black boots clicked on the wooden floor as the figure made it's way to the bar. Slowly the person took a seat on the bar stool, holding up a hand and asking for two shots. Two shots of what? That was for the bartender to decide. Tequila was set down in front of the stranger, and even as they drank- only the lower part of their chin was visible. Of course, he had tried to get a better look- only to be reprimanded with a snap of the stranger's fingers.
Two more shots.
Whoever this person was- they were drinking tequila like it was going out of style. Time slowly dragged on, and by the time it was noon- there were about twenty empty shot glasses strewn in front of the stranger. No mortal man could down five glasses of that tequila and even see straight. Twenty glasses was almost like a death wish. Quickly the bartender discarded the thought that the stranger could possibly a bounty hunter. No arm of the law would go that far- and still have a job.
"I'm looking for Ryan Silver." The request was whispered so softly- only the man behind the bar could hear it, and when he did- he still couldn't tell if it was a male or female. He took a few steps closer to the stranger, a cleaning cloth in one hand and a freshly cleaned glass in the other.
"...You mean Ryan "the silver" Snake?" The bartender replied, trying once again to get a look at the person he was talking to. Strangely, their breath did not smell of tequila- but there were twenty glasses empty before him. Something wasn't right. The figure nodded slightly, and he took that as an opportunity to continue.
"Ol' Ryan doesn't come by here much anymore. He went to the cities. BIG cities. We hear all kinds of things about him being the one who released those murderers on us years ago. They say he was the one who helped along the change of our time. Say that he did it all for the love of-" He was cut off by a loud slam- the figure stood, a black-gloved hand lay down on the bar.
"Thanks." Quickly, the stranger pulled back the hood of the cloak, dropped a wad of cash next to the glasses and turned to leave. Surprised at the amount of money, the bartender looked in awe from the cash- up to the slender and tanned face of a female. He raised an eyebrow as she walked to the saloon doors; leaving another wad at the feet of the guitar player.
"Be careful," She said, flashing him a caring smile and then going to face the exit.
"strive to be happy." After that she was gone; and the man simply nodded back to her, pocketed the money and continued to play. He had been playing there for years, ever since he had lost his family in the war that broke out across the world years ago. Now there was nothing left for him- but to play as entertainment for the drunkards that came daily to his brother's bar.
Since the war, most of the animals alive now were half-machine, a mad scientist's creation gone horribly wrong. He had mass-produced horses and cows, not really noticing that they would consume a whole field of grass in a matter of minutes. They were nothing but high maintenance lawn mowers, and soon all of the plains of Earth were quickly destroyed. Horses were practically free to buy and to use under your own expense. That particular mad scientist lived in Nino's old town- and made her a horse of her own for saving his life.
This horse was unlike any other. Silverglide was tall and black, most of it's strong body had been consumed by machinery. Speed was ten times greater, as well as agility and loyalty. That god forsaken thing would follow Nino to the flaming pits of hell if it had to. The way she was going- they were going to get there fast. Silverglide didn't have to eat- therefore it was much easier for them to travel for days without stopping.
Nino ran a hand through her hair, licking her dry lips and looking across the desert ahead of them. They had been riding for days- since she last stopped in Mexico. There she stocked up on food and drinkable water, as well as potions and pills. She had been getting hurt all too often lately. Lightly patting Silverglide on the back of the head, the girl hopped from it's saddle and stretched her legs.
"This desert is lonely, Silverglide...." She mumbled, holding onto the reins.
"...nobody out here for miles." The horse simply neighed in response, also looking out at the desert. Yucca plants, sage brush and all kinds of dead, dry plants were strewn across it. Deep down, Silverglide fought back the urge to eat them. He once -was- a horse, of course and it was like second nature to him. No amount of metal could take away instinct.
Ryan Silver enjoyed two things in life; his girlfriend and building robots. As years went by, his skills improved , but his girlfriend's illness worsened. Her name was Lana... In his rage, he destroyed all of Vaha- only a few remained...
Nino West takes the role as protector of those who have built refuge of what's left of Vaha and rides the barren land after ten years. A Legendary bounty hunter, the girl travels the land in search of the man who destroyed her home.
Vaha has turned into a dystopia; Magi, elves, robots, and mythical creatures have struggled to rebuild. Upon noticing that the inhabitants of the land he destroyed, Ryan knows exactly how he wants to react. Kill them all.... When one of his generals return with news of being attacked by a gun-slinging woman with a robotic arm- he starts to wonder...
Right about now, we are working on all of the cities and whatnot, but he told me to put this up first, to see if anyone would be interested...!