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colorprincess
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It's been two years since the Great Flash rocked not only Earth, but also the other dimensions that make up the universe. Nobody knows what's going on in the grand scheme of things, but one thing is clear – the Infected are adapting and growing more numerous. The only reason that the entire Earth hasn't become completely inhabitable is by the grace of the more docile supernaturals that seek to preserve/revive the new land that they've all been unceremoniously thrust into. Forests are more common than they initially were, but the animal population has yet to catch up.
The group has taken shelter in an abandoned shed for a while now. It's served them well as a hardy shelter, but the steady uptick in Infected sightings around their home base is unnerving, and with the group growing in size recently, the little family has overstayed their welcome. The time to return to nomadic life and seek out a safer, more spacious location is drawing extremely close...
Quiet footfalls paced across the hard ground as he paced about, his left hand situated thoughtfully in his pants pocket. Dull, golden eyes stared ahead at the shed that stood before him, yet that gaze registered almost nothing. His mind was reeling with thought after thought, and a weight kept growing upon his heart. With a rare tenderness, Kristian reached out and felt the slowly decaying wood of the shed, hoping that the texture and memories would climb into his veins. He didn't consider himself the sentimental type, but Kristian made it a sort of ritual to pay "respects" of sorts to whatever long-term shelter the group had for a period of time. The thought of returning to a nomadic lifestyle, searching for anything that could provide any semblance of a haven for his little family, wondering if they would resent him for constantly moving them around like this... all of it made Kristian's stomach turn to knots. Yet, as much as it ate him inside to make his family's living conditions so unstable, he knew they couldn't stay here forever -- that shed wasn't very large, and everybody was packed like sardines in there when nightfall came, and with more and more Infected showing up, it just wasn't safe anymore for any of them. They were more likely to be attacked by Infected as they slept now more than ever, and that was just a chance too great for Kristian to take. If anything ever happened to his little family that he could've prevented...
Frustration built in his core like thick clay, packing on layers of hesitation and uncertainty with what he thought was the right choice for everybody's well-being. The more he stared at the wooden wall before him, the more antsy he became. He briefly considered slamming his fist into the wall just so all the tension had somewhere to go -- the rush of knuckles to wood, the relief of an action rather than idle worry...
A soft stroke of white slowly crawled up from the bottom of his vision, branching out and threatening to expand across the entirety of the wall. Kristian glanced down at the ground. A fresh, fluffy layer of snow lay scattered about, leaving him at the center of it.
Fuck.
He stepped away from the small plot of winter he'd accidentally conjured, shaking his head a bit to try and clear up his head. Thin sheets of ice followed him, springing from the bottoms of his bare feet with every step that he took. Kristian didn't mind his ice powers so much normally, but right now, it was like he was wearing a bell collar around his neck. All somebody had to do was follow the ice and snow to see where he'd been. Then again, being so caught up in his emotions didn't help his case. Even as he stood there and continued to overthink, tiny snowflakes started to drift from his hands, falling slowly and almost one at a time, like he was a stubbornly leaky faucet. Kristian sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep thinking in circles about something like this, especially when it made his emotionally triggered powers activate like this.
He gave another long look at the shed, then bit his lip in resignation. He couldn't make this call on his own even if he wanted to...
I've gotta talk to Cam about this.
The group has taken shelter in an abandoned shed for a while now. It's served them well as a hardy shelter, but the steady uptick in Infected sightings around their home base is unnerving, and with the group growing in size recently, the little family has overstayed their welcome. The time to return to nomadic life and seek out a safer, more spacious location is drawing extremely close...
Kristian Frosse
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Ice Elemental
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Leader
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22
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Ice Elemental
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Leader
Quiet footfalls paced across the hard ground as he paced about, his left hand situated thoughtfully in his pants pocket. Dull, golden eyes stared ahead at the shed that stood before him, yet that gaze registered almost nothing. His mind was reeling with thought after thought, and a weight kept growing upon his heart. With a rare tenderness, Kristian reached out and felt the slowly decaying wood of the shed, hoping that the texture and memories would climb into his veins. He didn't consider himself the sentimental type, but Kristian made it a sort of ritual to pay "respects" of sorts to whatever long-term shelter the group had for a period of time. The thought of returning to a nomadic lifestyle, searching for anything that could provide any semblance of a haven for his little family, wondering if they would resent him for constantly moving them around like this... all of it made Kristian's stomach turn to knots. Yet, as much as it ate him inside to make his family's living conditions so unstable, he knew they couldn't stay here forever -- that shed wasn't very large, and everybody was packed like sardines in there when nightfall came, and with more and more Infected showing up, it just wasn't safe anymore for any of them. They were more likely to be attacked by Infected as they slept now more than ever, and that was just a chance too great for Kristian to take. If anything ever happened to his little family that he could've prevented...
Frustration built in his core like thick clay, packing on layers of hesitation and uncertainty with what he thought was the right choice for everybody's well-being. The more he stared at the wooden wall before him, the more antsy he became. He briefly considered slamming his fist into the wall just so all the tension had somewhere to go -- the rush of knuckles to wood, the relief of an action rather than idle worry...
A soft stroke of white slowly crawled up from the bottom of his vision, branching out and threatening to expand across the entirety of the wall. Kristian glanced down at the ground. A fresh, fluffy layer of snow lay scattered about, leaving him at the center of it.
Fuck.
He stepped away from the small plot of winter he'd accidentally conjured, shaking his head a bit to try and clear up his head. Thin sheets of ice followed him, springing from the bottoms of his bare feet with every step that he took. Kristian didn't mind his ice powers so much normally, but right now, it was like he was wearing a bell collar around his neck. All somebody had to do was follow the ice and snow to see where he'd been. Then again, being so caught up in his emotions didn't help his case. Even as he stood there and continued to overthink, tiny snowflakes started to drift from his hands, falling slowly and almost one at a time, like he was a stubbornly leaky faucet. Kristian sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep thinking in circles about something like this, especially when it made his emotionally triggered powers activate like this.
He gave another long look at the shed, then bit his lip in resignation. He couldn't make this call on his own even if he wanted to...
I've gotta talk to Cam about this.