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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 5:33:41 GMT -6
 Vindicator Open Faction Thread Chapter VII Journal Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: It is a warm yet pleasant summer’s day - what better time to go out and gather supplies or food? Onea is at its best during summer, with many wild herbs and edible plants available for the keen eyed seeker; not to mention hunting, or scavenging for other supplies. It seems more than a few people have had the same idea today, and you soon find yourself sharing this plenty with other eager seekers. Will you join your efforts or will competition give rise to discord? Location: Southern Onea, safe distance from the Bunker Time of Day: July 12th, around noon Current Weather: Warm and pleasant with clear skies This thread is open to Vindicators and unaligned Vagabonds!
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 3, 2019 20:42:39 GMT -6
Griffin
Soldier Now her hand is raised
A sword to pierce the sun
With iron shield, she defends the faithful
Let chaos be undone
  
x | x Griffin squinted up at the sun as she moved languidly through the trees, pushing back her insensately curly hair with a puff of air from her lungs. It was nice out, she guessed, not too hot but not freezing like it had been for so many months; sun glittered across the forest floor as he pushed through the tree leaves. All the times she had had patrol or scouting duty, it had been piss pouring rain or the night chasing away the warmth of the fading sun. Eshana had urged her out, knowing that the teenager needed some fresh air out of the bunker that didn’t include coming back soaking wet or with bags under her eyes.
So here she found herself, stopping by a cluster of trees and stumps to sit for a moment and look around. Eshana had been offering lessons about plant life to Griffin and some of the other younger members of the vindicators; how to make things survive and grow, what plant needed what and so forth. Griffin had little luck with actual plants and had naturally grown frustrated at the whole ideal, so Twitch had given her a couple of mushrooms to grow, which she surprisingly didn’t manage to kill. Pulling her knife out of its sheath, she began to cut at some of the mushrooms that grew around, making neat piles as Morrigan came to rest beside her, ears flicking as she picked up noise from the other vindicators who had come out to enjoy the day. Content to sit, Griffin focused on her work, her sword and rifle a reassuring weight against her sides.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 7, 2019 13:00:30 GMT -6
Vigil A Vindicator Solider Getting out of the bunker was a needed far more then the stallion expected. It was getting full there, to many bodies in one space. He loathed it all, he much preferred his alone time, only coming together when needed. So for a chance to gather food and supplies, to be the scavenger, well Vigil was quick to sign up for it. He asked a few of the healers what herbs was needed, made them draw it on paper to ensure he got the right ones.
So here he was gathering up a few supplies, being a gentle as can be placing the herbs and wild flowers in his bag. Each one being folded in cloth to ensure nothing happens to them. A rarity, but it was his own and refused to share. Greedy so be it, but it was smart and allowed him to do this work with some sort of grace. Long ears flickered as he heard the sound of someone else was here. Great.
With careful trepidation, he moved closer towards the sound, and was oddly surprised by taking in the sight. It was one of the younger Vindicators. "Griffin?" he spoke out faintly, now a bit afraid he may have said the wrong name. That would be his luck to say the wrong name.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 26, 2019 11:47:04 GMT -6
Griffin
Vindicator soldier Now her hand is raised
A sword to pierce the sun
With iron shield, she defends the faithful
Let chaos be undone
x | x Lost in her own thoughts, Griffin had begun stabbing the mushrooms and various plants around her rather than delicately cutting them. She wasn’t the deftest with her teke yet and the longer she used it the more it fumbled, which only aided to frustrate her and start the cycle over again. Morrigan watched from a distance, tail flicking ever so slightly as if the older cat was amused by the teenager's antics, almost rolling her eyes when Griffin glanced over and stuck her tongue out.
The soft sound of footsteps intrigued Griffin though, her hair rising as she turned her head around only to be greeted by another Vindicator and the masked Vigil at that. She had always found Vigil cool, so dark and mysterious with his mask and low voice. She had the feeling that her dad hadn’t liked him very much, for whatever reasons the old stallion had had. Grinning and showing off her teeth, Griffin greeted him “Hey Vigil,” she turned back to her mushrooms “Whatcha doing out here? Thought you only liked comin out at night or some shit”
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