Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170630203755/@comment-32404158-20170721051820

(It's 1:18 in the morning over here. I don't sleep much.)

I hacked away at the brush, gathering materials to build a shelter. "So, what is it you were saying earlier?", I asked Lily.

"Instincts I didn't know I had take over in certain situations. Sometimes I'm not even sure that I'm in control."

"It's like that for me with the Beast. Whenever I get really pissed, he takes control and I feel sorry for whoever he targets. Every time I come back though, there's a different rock song playing in my head." I worked as I talked, constructing a rudimentary shelter large enough for the three of us. "There. That ought to keep us safe at night, from the elements at least." Lily continued to chatter about the horrible things she experiences when her instincts take over, or memories come back, or something. I found my iPod, or at least the remains of it. The plastic casing was busted, but the screen, buttons, and circuitry seemed okay. And if nothing else it might annoy Alpha, I thought with a grin. I searched again and found the charger. It's not a normal charger, I never heard the name of the tech, but it generates electricity from pressure. It didn't take long to make some pitch and repair the casing, but charging the device takes much longer. With the right materials, I could make a Baghdad Battery, but I don't have copper foil, an iron rod, a clay pot, tar, or a minor acidic liquid, so my pressure charger ought to do. Whatever. This was supposed to be a rescue mission. Get in, kick ass, get out. We weren't supposed to be here this long.

It doesn't sit right with me. Verde tells me she has six sisters, and we've rescued one. I'm drawing this out in the dust, trying to figure out what to do. Seven wyverns, two on our side. A possible village of hostiles, if Luciana's journal doesn't mislead me to think she's linked to the wizards, and an unknown quantity of mages behind it all. Hmm... ... ...