Afterworld

@Okelkinam12  
they grow into place, very slowly, and very exhaustingly, she’d have to get much better before she could defend herself with it.

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Cerebrate
 
the bobcat and cyborg now came walking up, the bobcat speaking
 
Bruce, do you have it?

Chewwy try to make them bare fruits

@Jinx  
“yeah, this kid wisened up right on time.”
 
 
@Okelkinam12  
a lenghty process, but over the course of a few hours, successful.

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Cerebrate
 
the bobcat now walked over and crouched infront of the rat
 
You seem like a decently smart kid. Got yourself a courrier job, a nice buggy, and ill bet you make yourself enough to get by. Too bad that talent might get wasted.

Chewwy is quite happy with her results.  
She try to study the animals and try to heal some injured ones.

@Okelkinam12  
unfortunately she soon learned that while there were some healing salves she could mash together, true healing was outside her ability, when she asked marius he mentioned there was a different goddess she had to discover first, that one may help her out.

Chewwy tried to explore her powers more- befriending animals,learning new shapes.

@Jinx  
Afraid, the rodent doesn’t make eye contact, keeping his gaze elsewhere. The ground is pretty, I guess. It’s where the paws are ahem
 
“F-f-fuck, please don’t kill me…or the little music thing in my jeep…f-f-fuck…”
 
 
(Am ready for Vegas time >:D)

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Cerebrate
 
she stood up now, turning away to go to the APC
 
Do whatever you find suitable bruce.

@Okelkinam12  
in time she managed with a few wolves, her wildshape beginning to form from the prolonged contact, much safer too, even if during the transitional period she looked like a werewolf when the features gradually set in.
 
@EclecticInspiration  
@Jinx  
(bruce doesn’t really care but by this point killing is pointless, though.)
 
Bruce: “mates, how close are we to the nearest settlement?”
 
“close enough to arrive alive… barely.”
 
“we take the jeep.”
 
he walks over, handing the rat his bag back and slips him a playing card, ace of diamonds.
 
“if you do get there alive you can even have the car back, we’ll be in touch.”
 
“we’re not offing the little pest?”
 
“I kill to steal, i kill to assert dominance, i kill to prove a point. i don’t kill without reason. leaving someone to probably die, that’s different.”

@Cerebrate  
the APC now came to life and took the lead, leaving a large dust cloud in its wake

@Cerebrate  
(damn)  
“F-fuck no, don’t leave me out here! Fuck!” He’d rather be shot than eaten.  
^{%(and vore doesn’t cause brain damage)%}

@EclecticInspiration  
further cursing is cut off as a bullet passes through his skull.
 
bandit: “and what was the reason now?”
 
Bruce: “proving a point. when you got off easy, don’t mess it up.”
 
they mount up and drive off.
 
……………
 
when the rat comes to he’s looking at the insides of the roof of a tent, and feels a massive headache.

@Cerebrate  
_{^{(👉🏻🐭👉🏻)}}
 
He’ll rise with a hearty groan, both hands moving to his head. Gaining his bearings ’tis but a small priority- this headache takes the cake.

@EclecticInspiration  
?:“whoa, easy now boy, i was barely able to stitch the loose ends back together in there.”
 
looking over you see an old stag, hunched over you.
 
“the bullet went right through, luckily, whistle clean holes front and back, nothing a bit of applied holy light couldn’t fix.”

@Cerebrate  
He gives a throaty growl at first, then clears his throat. “Holy light…? Guh, where am I? And who’re you?” He takes inventory, noting he still has ears and a tail, specifically of the ratt variety.

@EclecticInspiration  
“some call me dr steve, but i never did take the exam, i am merely a man that remembers how to call upon the light and heal things that belong together. like the nerve ends that make up your mind. i could bring it back to working order, even meld the skull back together, you’re gonna keep a pretty impressive scar though. no promises about everything that used to be in your mind though.”

@Cerebrate  
“…Huh. I mean the last thing going through my head was lead and that’s gone so thanks. Have I met you before…?” This seems like a genuine question. “I’ve heard the name Steve before. I think. Yeah.”
 
^{_{It’s my job to question every man named Steve solely due to my old username}}

@EclecticInspiration  
“we may have, my own memory isn’t great anymore. when i found you you had been stripped of anything useful though, hope you don’t mind the hospital gown for now.”

@Cerebrate  
“They took everything? Even my Hi-Point?” He blinks, incredulously. “…They must be at an all-time low, whether in firearms or intelligence I can’t decide.”

@EclecticInspiration  
“or they were just being spiteful, i found a cuple of things scattered around.”

@Cerebrate  
“Huh. Every bit helps, unless I’m paying you with what you found.” Regardless of his immense head pain, he’ll make to rise from where he lies, groaning once upright, once more taking hold of his head.

@EclecticInspiration  
“what i had to do to help was pray a bit and concentrate a bit more, really it felt nice to flex that power again, hermit life ain’t for everyone.”

@Cerebrate  
“Can’t say I’d know…” He sits still to let the feeling of blood rushing from his head calm. “So why are you a hermit?” He looks up to the old stag, dazed but evidently having little intent to slow down based on the look in his eyes.