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Chris slowly brought the radio up to his mouth"SPR-1, Copy?"

"SPR-1 Copies, Over"

"Provide visual overwatch to the northwest, confirm unidentified human, tanned, white hair, two blue feathers as an accessory?"

"Confirm, target spotted, what's the status quo for this one? Over"

"Let him come closer. Closing Comms" Chris sat silently in the bush near the entrance to the SPLINTER base turned settlement, he and a group of others watched this teen with beady eyes and dark glares, they weren't hostile....If he didn't get too close

(Hey this seems cool, can I join?)

(How will you enter the RP?)

(Um.. How about I'm beside the guy with the feathers, cuz I'm shy.)

(You'd need to pass that with TromboneJedi, his character Zuma is the kid with feathers)

(Okay is he on here?)

(Go to Looking For Rp and go into the SINTER Effect chat there, you can get him from there)

(Okay thanks)

Zuma made his way to the entrance of the base, knowing that he was being watched. He had no friends or family and as much as he enjoyed it, he needed some allies. His fingers wandered towards his wrist, where he kept a shard of obsidian. He peered at the foliage surrounding the settlement, growing more suspicious with every step.

Chenelle had been wandering around on her own for many days now as she neared what looked like a base of some sorts. She was pretty skinny, and practically dying of thirst at this point. She is 15 years old and a little tall for her age, her clothes were pretty well tattered, and she had bright pink hair and piercing blue eyes. She had secrets as well, secrets she would never tell unless she absolutely had to. She needed help, and had no idea where she would get it.

"Chris, another unidentified human to the east, female pink hair."

"Right. Everyone, leave your hiding spots, we'll see what these people want and If their with the government..." I'm sorry if my posts are short

Chenelle stumbled closer to the base, but collapsed about 15 feet away. She laid there with her face down in the ground, closing her eyes as she tried to cling to the little bit of hope she had that someone would help.

Chris and his group slowly left their hiding spots, they first approached Chenelle"Are you alright?" Chris questioned her, he knelt down and poked her childishly in the head

Chenelle let out a hoarse whimper, but didn't move. With them being closer to her, they could now see what looked like patches of Scales on her legs.

Zuma saw the girl with the strange hair collapse and made his way over to help get. He was about 20 feet away when the group emerged from the bushes. Springing into action, he crafted a large knife out of obsidian with wood at the handle. He kept the point of the knife at who he thought was the leader of the group, the pale child with the hat and the gas mask.

"<Stay back!>" He barked in an older dialect of Spanish, a determined look in his eyes. He crafted armor out of obsidian, ready to defend the fallen girl.

(i have been trying to request an entry but have gotten no response...should i give up...?)

(Update. RP on hold for a day or two. I'm sick as hell right now)

(Alright. Feel better soon)

(No worries, mate. Hope you feel better soon, we'll start back up when you're ready)

(Well.. looks like this is done..)