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Thulile Narang
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen
So begins...
Thulile Narang's Story
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She was cut off as someone took the hood of her trench coat and pulled it over her eyes. She flailed, then grabbed her hook, looking behind her with a scowl.
There was another blonde headed, dark-skinned figure, this one male, with his hair cropped short to his head. He wore a grey tank top with some strange symbol, an eye with several dots in the center.
"You gettin' into trouble again?" he asked Sauda, folding his arms. He turned his eyes to Flux with a big grin. His foot slid onto the leg of the gasmask's chair to turn him around and face him.
"Flirtin' with aliens?"
There was another blonde headed, dark-skinned figure, this one male, with his hair cropped short to his head. He wore a grey tank top with some strange symbol, an eye with several dots in the center.
"You gettin' into trouble again?" he asked Sauda, folding his arms. He turned his eyes to Flux with a big grin. His foot slid onto the leg of the gasmask's chair to turn him around and face him.
"Flirtin' with aliens?"
"Trigotian."
Thulile had finished for Sauda, both with dark tones to their voice. They exchanged glances before centering back onto the gasmask.
"What's your name?" asked the boy, standing stiffly next to Sauda.
Thulile had finished for Sauda, both with dark tones to their voice. They exchanged glances before centering back onto the gasmask.
"What's your name?" asked the boy, standing stiffly next to Sauda.
"Don't mind her at all." Thulile said, planting his palm on the side of Sauda's cheek as she tried to inquire more into Flux's business.
"M'names Thulile. Her name is Supreme Bit- ow!" he cried, pulling back as teeth sank into his hand. He pulled it away from the young woman, glaring.
"I think you got the idea." he muttered, rubbing his hand. "So, you said...business? Mind sharing? Funny to find a Trigotian on the same planet we've come to."
"M'names Thulile. Her name is Supreme Bit- ow!" he cried, pulling back as teeth sank into his hand. He pulled it away from the young woman, glaring.
"I think you got the idea." he muttered, rubbing his hand. "So, you said...business? Mind sharing? Funny to find a Trigotian on the same planet we've come to."
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street 1
"Hey. Heeey. Heeey! LADY!"
The girl would feel a hand wrap around the collar of her shirt, trying to tug her back none too gently as the car screeched out in front of them. If the tug had succeeded, the young woman would find a youth standing behind her, dressed rather casually, with a head of firty blonde hair and dark skin. He folded his arms.
"What, you blind? Deaf?" he snorted, clasping his fingers and putting his palms on the back of his head. "You know, I'd think life kind of...well...was more of a priority over music."
The girl would feel a hand wrap around the collar of her shirt, trying to tug her back none too gently as the car screeched out in front of them. If the tug had succeeded, the young woman would find a youth standing behind her, dressed rather casually, with a head of firty blonde hair and dark skin. He folded his arms.
"What, you blind? Deaf?" he snorted, clasping his fingers and putting his palms on the back of his head. "You know, I'd think life kind of...well...was more of a priority over music."
"Wow. Is it that much of a shock?" the young man asked, raising a brow to the woman. "You alright? I mean, you're alive, so that means something, but I can't say much for anything else. You're alive, okay? You're fine." He reached out to pat her on the shoulder, somewhat awkwardly.
"You...alright...? Hey."
"We seem to be fond of falling, don't we?" she asked, pushing herself up on her hands. "Though, honestly, it happened a lot with Trent, too..." She pursed her lips.
"Perhaps it's my fault, mostly, being top-heavy. Or perhaps its just the dungeons around her-" She stopped suddenly, looking around them. Her brows went up.
"Well, well. I can't say I can complain about it anymore."
"You...alright...? Hey."
"We seem to be fond of falling, don't we?" she asked, pushing herself up on her hands. "Though, honestly, it happened a lot with Trent, too..." She pursed her lips.
"Perhaps it's my fault, mostly, being top-heavy. Or perhaps its just the dungeons around her-" She stopped suddenly, looking around them. Her brows went up.
"Well, well. I can't say I can complain about it anymore."
"Wow. Is it that much of a shock?" the young man asked, raising a brow to the woman. "You alright? I mean, you're alive, so that means something, but I can't say much for anything else. You're alive, okay? You're fine." He reached out to pat her on the shoulder, somewhat awkwardly.
"You...alright...? Hey."
"You...alright...? Hey."
The young man clicked his tongue. "Not a problem. Just watch yourself, alright?" he said, hands on his hips. "I didn't know Terrans were...like this. It's different here. No ATW's, no Arrowheads, or anything." he said looking around.
"You are from here, right?"
"You are from here, right?"
"Gambit's? Ah, I think I just went there the other day. Sort of...uneventful, doncha think? Kinda empty the time I went. Probably got there at the wrong time, though." he said, folding his arms.
He noticed her slight stare off to the right, and turned his head. Nothing was there. "Ah...see something?"
He noticed her slight stare off to the right, and turned his head. Nothing was there. "Ah...see something?"
He shook his head. The young man was normal, for Misranan human standards. He had a light implant on his spine, but hardly anything else. No powers, no nothing.
"Ah, alrighty, then..."
"Ah, alrighty, then..."
The young man smirked. "A drink, eh? No need to pay for it, if you just give me some company." he said to her, hands sliding into his pockets. He could feel the small spherical bombs he was keeping there, just in case.
"Where to then? Gambit's place, right?" he asked her, turning his back to her and walking down the road, revealing the machine gun he had strapped to his back.
"Where to then? Gambit's place, right?" he asked her, turning his back to her and walking down the road, revealing the machine gun he had strapped to his back.
"Thulile." he said to her, holding out his own hand, which was large, calloused, and rough. A workers hands, or perhaps a soldiers.
"Nice to meet you, Analee."
"Nice to meet you, Analee."
The setting changes from main-street-1 to Gambit's Bar
"The most I did was grab you and pull you back. It's not like I was putting my life in danger or anything." said Thulile, coming up behind Analee. He had one hand on the strap to his machine gun, which rested gently on his back, and the other in his pocket. As he looked around, he seemed surprised, eyebrows raising.
"Wow." he said, nodding. "It's actually busy."
His eyes went from one oddity to the next, lingering on the winged girl for but a moment longer before they came to Analee.
"It's crazy."
"Wow." he said, nodding. "It's actually busy."
His eyes went from one oddity to the next, lingering on the winged girl for but a moment longer before they came to Analee.
"It's crazy."
He looked about the patrons one more time.
Damn. He had to be careful.
As he followed Analee, he began to migrate for the counter. "I wonder how good the drinks are here." he wondered, looking at the touch-screen menu. "Last time I hardly got a chance to try. Sauda was all snotty about it, too." He paused, looking to Analee.
"-ah, that's my sister. Sauda. Not anything else. People often like to draw strange conclusions."
Damn. He had to be careful.
As he followed Analee, he began to migrate for the counter. "I wonder how good the drinks are here." he wondered, looking at the touch-screen menu. "Last time I hardly got a chance to try. Sauda was all snotty about it, too." He paused, looking to Analee.
"-ah, that's my sister. Sauda. Not anything else. People often like to draw strange conclusions."
"...you'd be surprised. There's hardly a day that goes by when we aren't at each others necks with weapons." he told her, voice flat, hands upon his knees.
"Literally."
The spats with his sister were well violent. People who knew them well enough stayed a good ways back.
"Must be nice to be an only child. DO anything you want. No responsibilities to anyone else. Paradise."
"Literally."
The spats with his sister were well violent. People who knew them well enough stayed a good ways back.
"Must be nice to be an only child. DO anything you want. No responsibilities to anyone else. Paradise."
The blonde boy leaned his elbows onto the counter, dialing in a drink. A Misranan drink. "Sometimes?" he asked her. "Try all the time! Freedom's the best thing you can have. Being bossed around is...ah...what's the curses around here? I can't use them properly yet. Terran vulgarity sounds...weird."
"And when you don't have freedom, then nothing is glorious." he told her, reaching out to take the drink that had come. Some dark amber liquid in a tall glass.
As she got up and ran off, he paused.
"Ah...alright, then. Until next time."
As she got up and ran off, he paused.
"Ah...alright, then. Until next time."
The setting changes from gambits-bar to The Abandoned Slums
Down the way, a young man with dark skin trod, his arms slung around a pole hanging off his ripped shoulders. He wrinkled his nose as he looked around, noting the poor, poor state of the slums around him.
"Kind of like...Trashtown..." he muttered to himself, "But less organized...certainly not the home for geniuses that I know." He scratched his cheek, swinging the pole around and discarding it to the side. It hardly mattered how much he littered here.
Up ahead, he found his eyes planting themselves on a young girl, around his age, coming his way. He mused for a second, looking her up and down.
"Hm."
"Kind of like...Trashtown..." he muttered to himself, "But less organized...certainly not the home for geniuses that I know." He scratched his cheek, swinging the pole around and discarding it to the side. It hardly mattered how much he littered here.
Up ahead, he found his eyes planting themselves on a young girl, around his age, coming his way. He mused for a second, looking her up and down.
"Hm."
The young man stopped, looking back at the young woman who he just nearly passed. He scratched the back of his head, watching her carefully. "Well, I can't say it's much compared to Calidonan streets..." he said to her, crossing his arms and leaning to the side.
"You look like you've got a variety of wares there." he said, pushing his hands into his pockets. He looked around.
"Doesn't look like you've got a lot of people to sell them to, either."
"You look like you've got a variety of wares there." he said, pushing his hands into his pockets. He looked around.
"Doesn't look like you've got a lot of people to sell them to, either."
Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.
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