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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 10:44 pm
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Talria Class Solo
Retort and circumstance
The railroads became her Great-Grandfather’s focus in his late years. Though all of his bloodkin were in the Innovations Sector, he had lifelong friends in Transportation. The elder’s idea to make their lives easier came as quite the...well...Talria frankly thought he was starting to lose his gears finally. After spending most of her childhood watching him tinker with gears, wheels and other oddities that in her young mind would make a cart. She finally decided that, yes indeed...he was losing it. Her elder was trying to build a cart, okay that was normal for her family. What wasn’t? Eh...he was trying to make it bigger. Much bigger. Also, able to traverse the rails without grand issue. Oh this was going to be interesting. Then factoring in that he was trying to figure out how it could carry more than just items...perhaps people faster to where they wanted to go. Oh...sprockets and gearheads, he was mad. Thankfully, for the time being everything was still sketches. Drawings of a elder on scrap paper that could easily be misplaced. Still merely a thought in a weirdly wired mind. As she grew over the years, the elder became unable to pyschically handle his tinkerings the way he used to. Her Father and Pop refused to the help with the elder’s ideals so that they could save face in the eyes of the public. Feeling shame for the way her family was starting to treat her elder. Talria took it upon herself to care for and nurture her elder, she’s also taken up odds and ends of his dream.
She’s rather fond of the Academy. A supporter of their goals and ideals to the utmost. It’s what she was taught as her bloodkin all back the Academy’s mission. Even her Great-Grandfather. Her elder adore the progress that was made with the Airships and hopes that one day that attention would be turned to their rails. Talria hopes the same for her Elder’s sake of mind, though listening to his ideals gave her a few of her own. Ways to transport oneself faster, without the use of a large beast. Maybe just a small or medium sized one? Due to this her life is rather hectic. Her elder has noticed her sketches and has pushed her to his old contacts. Her Pop stepped up just a bit to help her figure out how to handle them all. Her prized possession is a Blunderbuss her Great-Grandfather created in his youth and used for a short time. Before an incident that resulted in him putting it down for good. Most likely due to the fact that he was missing three fingers on his right hand...but she didn’t feel like asking. She hopes to one day make her own, but figures that expanding on her Elder’s would assist in that. For now, following his footprints is enough. Maybe.
She hadn’t really come to a concise decision on that. Sure, she wanted to keep to her own path However it would be easy for her to keep on someone else’s path to keep a focus in line. She sat back in her small workshop as she reflected on all that. The female sighed as she stared down the old Blunderbuss before her. She drummed her fingers along the table next to the large gun’s handle. Her free hand detangled itself from her hair to run along the barrel. She smiled fondly at the gun, having fired it once before at a target. A chuckle escaped her at the memory. Her Father and Pop watched her as one of her Uncles gave her a basic run through. Both of them were dual pistol wielders. So, they couldn’t really teach her beyond how to actually hold the blasted thing. That being the basis of her training thus far in the ways of wielding firearms, her Uncle had his work cut out for him. It took him a grand total of 45 minutes to get her up to the point of actually firing. Once she did the tiny little girl went flying back into a nearby pile of rice sacks. After a lot of laughing, mainly from her. She figured out how to brace herself from her center of balance, after that...well. She smirked. She heard that a lot of the boys around the street were scared to get her mad.
Things in her life were pretty interesting. Bullies thought twice about picking on her now that she had access to a pretty big firearm. Add in the fact that she wasn’t afraid to playfully take aim...yeah. Things went her way a lot of the time. Granted she always got in trouble if she aimed at anyone and her Father found out. That was when she learned just tapping the handle was enough to have someone second guess their life choices. Though, her Elder always told her never to actually fire if she took aim at a person. Unless she was under threat or someone she had come to love was under threat. Then it was shoot first ask later. The female stretched herself out as she put her sketches away. Picking up her Blunderbuss, she balanced it on a hip smirking up at it. “Alright, Retort let’s go fire off a few practice rounds. I wanna see if we can finally shoot the head off that metal beast Father built to scare me as a kid.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 10:16 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2017 8:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:36 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:37 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 9:54 am
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Growth Solo
Retort, Retort
There were three things that irked Talria more than having to listen to her Father’s tirade. That was Bullies, People louder than she was...and People who lord their height over others. She sat in front of her workbench, tapping a long thin piece of metal that she was using to fiddle with a spring in a sundial that kept track of the sun without needing the light. Well...that was its intention, half of the time it seemed to just be a noise source. A highly irritating source. As she stopped for a moment the female blinked hearing the tell-tale sing song of the neighborhood brats taunting someone.
“Karna, Karna your face is so long!
It suits the storm cloud you carry all day long!
You can't find a partner with eyes like that.
You might as well hide your face in a sack!!”
Talira glances to Pai, the small beast already bristles out as he growled towards the window. She clicked her teeth together as she stood up to walked outside. Retort swinging up to her shoulder as she went. Once outside the female was quick to zero in on where the voices were. Walking towards them she saw Karna. Karna in question was a Blind Lighting male, he wasn't any good with blades but seemed to use that whip of his pretty darn well. He had a few beasts with him at all times. A set of three Averi siblings usually perched on his shoulders. His hair was bright orange, brighter than hers but she never saw his eyes. See. Karna wore a pair of dark glasses that highlights the fact his is blind. The bandanna around his head kept his hair in a unruly mess around his ears and neck. His clothing was similar to hers in pattern due to a simple fact.
He was her cousin.
That alone had her upset. He didn't ask to be born like he was. The male used that disability to perceive in ways others didn't. His beasts trusted him far more than any other earthling because he placed his absolute trust in them. She learned a lot from Karna about socializing while hoping one day he would escape here. Course she wouldn't ask him to leave with her. That would be awkward travel. Maybe. She wasn't sure if he was more womanizer or beast tamer. She walked up to the group and cocked a hip. “So, I see we’re too small of men to face our own shortcomings and pick on someone better than us.”
There was about seven young males that she knew from various other bullying incidents. Three females stood off to the side, though once Talria spoke up they were quick to bail. As for the males all seven turned towards her. She knew that three things were clear. One: They were all armed, that was bad. Two: Tney were all bigger than her by nearly a head, that was irritating. Three: Boy did they look mad.
She held her ground though as one of them crossed his arms at her. “Really.” He said flatly. She didn't budge as he got closer. “This from a little girl who talks far too tall for her stature.”
She blinked. “Wow, congratulations on knowing such a big word.” Retort went spinning, the barrel nearly flushed to his chest as he jerked forward. Talria blinked at her own movement, crap she was told to never take aim unless she meant to fire. She jumped. As did he. When she felt a hand in her arm. Karna gliding next to her as he pulled her away.
“Tally, there you are.” He pulled Retort till the blunderbuss wa against his hip. Nearly removing it from her grasp entirely. He started to walk her away from the group. Muttering down to her. “That was close...you nearly got yourself killed. His pistol was right at your hip.”
She blinked and looked back in time to see him holster said pistol. Paling as she leaned into her cousin. “The older bullies get...the more violent they get.” Karna said. “As they get older they learn a trade that offers them self defense. Sadly, most turn that defense in to offense.”
She sighed. “I just so happen to have a hesitant trigger finger.” She groaned. Karna hummed.
“Which is a good thing. Means you actually think before you harm. Most don't, they just jump straight to hurting.” He pointed out. She nodded shiner his shoulder. Feeling a little cold. Would she of actually pulled that trigger? Could she of done that?
Three weeks went by after that incident. Talria found herself paranoid for some reason. She had this feeling something was going on behind her back. Every so often the female thought she heard the click of a pistol, but turning around yielded no results. She was out in her families wide open training grounds one afternoon. Figuring out Retorts balance issues when she felt watched. Brushed by it off as nothing she took up her usual stance at the practice table aiming at a target. Pai sat on the edge of the table waiting for her to be done. She took two shots before standing to look over her weapon. “Okay that issues settled.”
The female turned to say something to Pai before three pistol shots rang out. Pai dodged one, flying up with a harsh bark. Talria was distracted with her beast so when the next two tore into her leg and outstretched arm she couldn't react fast enough. She screamed in utter pain before hearing her Father call out. The elder had done his usual thing of watching her out there. Talria blacked out thinking she was glad he was there to catch her…
She woke three days later. She only knew that from how her Gramps went on. The frail female was in a bed she couldn't recognize, though seeing the obvious doctor had her relaxing. The girl was told that Doctor Forthus has pulled her from Death’s Grasp. The leg and arm that were hit needed time to heal. Firing her Retort would be rather silly unless she went to a special pool on the mainland. It was in a icy tundra called Zena. The pool was said to hold healing properties that would speed up her recovery. Once she was strong enough to walk, Talria said she wanted to go. Mostly she was scared of why she got shot. So this was her running for the hills...or was snowbanks a better word?
Karna she learned later was already gone. Seemed one of his beasts actually harmed someone. Instead of letting the beast go, he argues that it was from the mainland so that is where he’ll return it. Talria hoped to see him again on the mainland.
Word Count :: 1139
Lesson Learned Talria has always been one to stick her neck out for others. Rarely did it ever cross her mind that it could backfire to this degree...now that it has. She'll be sure to make it clear that she's not to be underestimated...she won't stop protecting, she'll just be smarter about it. |
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