The Bookwyrm
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"Seems so." Tinker managed to take another bite.
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Tinker stared at the bun, his appetite gone. "Yeah." He sighed and leaned his head back against the wood. "I hate centralers."
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He caught it; some kind of protein bun. "Flemr. Everyone calls me Tinker, though." He took a small bite. "What about you?"
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"I...okay. Yeah, I'll take some supplies. Don't know what I'll carry them with."
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Water. I'll need that, once I get my hands on spores. "It's only been a few hours," Tinker said. "I'm not starving, but I could eat." He paused. "Are you really going to share your supplies with another participant, though?"
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Welcome to the Shard! I already gave you a follow because I noticed you poking around the community section...
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"Uh, sure." Tinker shifted around the hollow to her left, while still keeping a few feet of distance.
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Tinker leaned forward. "Oh, moons. That's not good." @Edema Rue
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Tinker chuckled slightly. "It doesn't matter. Me knowing your powers does very little in my case." He looked down at his hand. "Especially considering I don't have any. And the gamemakers didn't feel like putting any spores in the jungle where an expert like me could find them."
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"Tin...you're a tineye?"
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Tinker opened one eye. "You okay? What happened to your ear?"
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"Whatever I heard." He looked at the microphone on his shoulder. "One of the gamemakers contacted me and I don't like what he was implying." He leaned back his head against the hard wood of the tree and sighed. "I hate people like that."
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Tinker sighed. Thunder and rain rumbled outside the dark tree hollow. "You heard that, right?" @Spark of Hope
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"No, it's..." he pointed to the microphone on his shoulder. Tinker didn't particularly like what Émeric was implying. Assuming he was assuming right. "So...you want me to do something unsafe...in order to ensure my safety."
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Tinker jumped at that, too. He ducked into the hollow after Marewill. "I still don't understand," he whispered, probably loud enough that Marewill could hear.
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Tinker jumped, startled by the sudden voice. He slowed his pace slightly despite the freezing rain that was beginning to fall. "What do you mean?" he asked, warily.
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Tinker nodded, then noticed a large tree in the distance, with a hollow in it's roots. "Would that work?" he yelled, pointing.
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Tinker looked surprised at the offer. "Sure!" he yelled back, his legs burning. He nearly tripped over a root and stumbled, then continued running forward.
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Tinker, noticing the approaching stormwall, turned and fled in the same direction, but trying to put some distance between them. What in the ever loving moons are they thinking?
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Tinker narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Somehow I doubt that you're actually going to let me go. Or that you're actually telling the truth."
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Tinker squinted at her. "...What?"
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I still might run. He stayed silent, wary. He clutched another rock, ready to throw, and was also ready to stab with his sharpened stone. At the same time, he scanned the surrounding jungle, looking for an easy path out. Why aren't there any world-cursed supplies? Where the heck did she get that knife? "Where'd you get that knife?" he eventually asked, a tremble in his voice.
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Tinker noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and scrambled to his feet. He grabbed one of the heavy rocks he'd found earlier and threw it as hard as he could at Marewill's head. He clutched another rock, sharp and roughly arrowhead shaped, in his other hand.
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@Spark of Hope Marewill's tin brought to her attention the slight sounds of someone shifting in the foliage. They weren't travelling, just staying there. If she was close enough to see, she'd notice Tinker: a tall young man, maybe 18 or 19, with pale skin and messy brown hair sitting on the forest floor. He gazed around warily, seemingly conflicted. They aren't trying to force us back to the building with the of resources, right? He thought to himself. That's kind of messed up...turning it into a bloodbath just so some of them can get actual supplies. He debated waiting it out, looking for useful tools in the jungle, or sneaking back to try and get whatever was left. Assuming anything was left. Even if there had been Aether spores in the building, it wasn't like he was the only one who could put them to use... @Edema Rue
