- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Whenever the fuck. What's a sleep schedule?
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Steampunk, Modern, Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk
The grog of another early morning set in as Isaac levered himself out of bed. Clad in only a pair of dusty brown knee-length shorts and an off-color gray undershirt, Isaac made his way out to the kitchen. Upon not hearing or seeing any breakfast being made, he pulled out the skillet and fired up the burner, preparing to make his own meal. Lynn would usually make the food, but just as often Isaac would be expected to cook. It was an even household, another thing his daughter Alexandra carried over from her mother. Some days she'd be the cook, but Isaac would pick up the other days. As it were, Alex was probably still asleep; waking up this early was unusual even for Isaac. There was the barest hint of sunrise, but other than that it still looked rather dark outside. Once the skillet was heated sufficiently, Isaac cracked open a pair of eggs, dumping their contents onto the pan. He sat down at the table as the eggs sizzled and noticed the letter that he hadn't bothered to put away.
All it took was one blasted letter. Isaac was comfortable with his new life, but he figured it would have to change sooner or later. One doesn't become an outlaw and suddenly turn around, after all. Jeremy was the only one who did, apparently. He did his time, and in doing so was granted a settlement to watch over as a "test of character". What a load that was. Jeremy knew his new colony was doomed to be put on Lock, but he still fought as hard as he could. In the end, it didn't matter, did it? No, that's what Isaac was for. Jeremy's last letter to him was a request for help, just like the old days. Isaac couldn't say no to his old friend, but at the same time he was wary of putting what he had left of his family in any more danger. He had already lost his wife, and his son had disowned him; Isaac feared the loss of his daughter more than anything had ever frightened him before. He shouldn't be afraid of losing her, though. Alex was a determined young woman, and capable of taking care of herself. She had learned more mechanical prowess than Isaac ever had, and the gauntlet she crafted was a thing of pure beauty. Even the slight modifications she made to Isaac's machine arm were useful, however much Isaac protested her tinkering with it. The smell of cooked eggs was heavy in the kitchen, so Isaac lowered the heat and placed his breakfast on a plate. Normally he'd have made more, but he wasn't feeling particularly hungry this morning. The anticipation of meeting his old friend for the first time in years was bubbling slightly, but more so the anticipation of what this meeting held in store for him and his daughter.
Isaac looked out the window into the breaking sunset, the herald of the day he would set out to meet with Jeremy. He had meant to tell Alex what was going on, but judging from the way he left the letter on the table, she probably already knew. Now all that had to be settled was the matter of whether she was coming along or not. Isaac couldn't escape this decision forever, but he could delay it until Alex woke up and had her own breakfast, at least. Though part of him knew what she'd say anyway, he figured he'd at least give her the choice.
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The OOC/Plot Thread