Afterworld

@EclecticInspiration  
(technically, in practice i have been a bit neglectful.)

@Okelkinam12  
“i am the patron of the wilderness, the more life there is in the world the better for me.”

@Cerebrate  
(Gonna hop in if you don’t mind. Struggling but resisting the urge to play my D&D combat medic skaven x.x lil’ bastard still has his cash-money Hi-Point)

@EclecticInspiration  
(feel free.)

Name: Aric  
Age: Just turned 20  
Gender: Male  
Appearance: Tell me the season first  
Occupation: Courier  
Area you are located: North, entering Texas from Oklahoma  
Notes: I am 110% fine with a Vegas beginning. You know the sort. “Truth is, the game was rigged from the start.” Been working this job since a younger age, came from Oklahoma. Is probably in the process of delivering a package, or is about to go get one.  
Probably armed with a cash-money print Hi-Point

@EclecticInspiration  
(not winter.)
 
the place had been getting wild, and the direwolf big enough to not fit into a normal truck certainly was even worse. this giant was Bruce, the number two of the dustwalker bandits.
 
 
“nothing personal kid. thing is, you’re carrying something i want, now the question is, do you hand it over and i blow your brain out? or do you not hand it over and my boys search you to the bone, literally, and then i blow your brain out?”

@Cerebrate  

 
“Then I’l bare children in your name!” She promise, eager with her new path in life.

@Cerebrate  
“F-fuck…I-I’m not carrying anything big,” he replies with fear in his eyes, the young rodent believing this to be true.  
He’s dressed in military boots, full-length pants, and a top reminiscent of military clothing, but without the camo. On his side is a basic pro mask and on his head is a pretty solid, funtional hat, although he keeps a regular hat in the buggy.

@Okelkinam12  
“just the small matter of getting you a new home, and helping you get the inner beast under control.”
 
 
@EclecticInspiration  
“aren’t you? you there check his messenger bag.”
 
the bandit rummages through it then shakes his head.
 
“but the tip was… hey bought any souvenirs?”

“I’l train!” She promise.

@Cerebrate  
“Huh…?” He’s caught off-guard, thinking it a joke or something that’ll lead to a beating. “Only mail in there,” he states hesitantly.

@Okelkinam12  
“good, time we get back to that.”
 
[we culd include a timeskip here.)
 
 
@EclecticInspiration  
Bruce: “kid, we know for sure it’s going this route, and we know it’s no longer at your last waystation, so either you have it, or a pigeon is carrying it and i find that unlikely.”

(Yep. Alright. She will focus training on her inner beast for starters)

@Okelkinam12  
it had taken two weeks but by now she could consciously control her actions in bear form.

Chewwy sigh with a relief, when she feel she won’t harm others by accident.  
Next step are the plant life, studying them..

@Cerebrate  
“I don’t know what you’re looking for- I deal with a lot of mail! F-fuck, have you tried dumping my bag out?” He inhales and holds it, then exhales- he’s controlling his breathing to try(and fail) to keep calm. In truth, the item is on his person, but he hadn’t decided how he’d say that one yet.

@Cerebrate
 
@EclecticInspiration  
a loud, almost jet engine-like sound started to fill their ears, slowly gaining louder and louder. Upon closer inspection, an APC was approaching, marked with mistwalker identifiers

@Okelkinam12  
this was surprisingly more easy, she could feel the effects the sun had, the motion of nutrients through the intricate veins, and she felt as if she could tug at them.
 
 
@EclecticInspiration  
@Jinx  
Bruce: “last chance, you can give it to me or she will take it, and she will be much less nice.”

Chewwy tried to move the vines by willing it. Understanding them

@Cerebrate  
“F-f-fuck, I dunno- uhh, pocket- front right pants pocket you bastards, please just don’t kill me,” he pleads. “This job isn’t worth dying over,” he quietly hyperventilates.

@Okelkinam12  
they did begin to sway… growing out a little bit.

@EclecticInspiration
 
@Cerebrate
 
with the squeal of brakes the APC stops, its back letting out a gigantic black cyborg (think NK-Necrosis), followed by a bobcat girl

@EclecticInspiration  
at a gesture from the wolf one of the bandits checked that pocket.
 
Bruce: “you could have saved yourself SO much stress if you had started with the smart way of thinking.”

Chewy excited, start to try to form them in more artistic ways, shapes, mastering it.

@Cerebrate  
“But I’m not delivering it to you- I’m delivering it to someone else.”  
At minimum, he’ll find an old coin and a pen. Whether he finds the desired thing is up to you.