Roleplay

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The cloaked cat magicer inhales, his long, sky blue hair draping down his shoulders. The air is damp and warm down here. Faint light from the grate above. Droplets plummet to the ground, briefly catching light as they go.
Wary footsteps reach his ears. He flicks his right ear once.
Took him long enough.
"Ximon," a voice rings with slight echo as the figure treads the thin rain water that has gathered in the tunnel, splashing them, "You BETTER have a good explanation on WHY asking me out to this forsaken place THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING."
Simon sighs, turning over slightly. He tilts his head over, pulling over his hood, "Good morning to you too."
"Spill," Martin rolls his eyes. He has dark green eyes and black hair with white spots on them. He is also a cat magicer, and his tail is swaying a little out of irritation.
"Do me a favor," Simon turns over completely, walking toward Martin. Under the dim lighting, it's hard to see his eyes, but they are pure black with an "X" for an iris in his right eye, "I know you're a good tracker and fighter. I also know you're getting stronger."
Martin scowls, staring down at the shorter Simon.
"I need you to gather them," Simon continues, "Bring them to one place."
"Why would I do you this," Martin hisses, "'favor'?"
Simon abruptly jerks Martin down by his collar, catching the man off guard.
"I have not even gotten to how you've tried to kill my sister," he hisses, his unnatural eyes glaring into Martin's, "You should be grateful that you are still alive."
Martin swallows.
He nods subtly, "I'll do it."
Simon releases him, "Pleasant. Now you can go."
Martin takes a deep breath, turning stiffly and starts to walk away.
"Martin," Simon suddenly speaks again.
"What?" Martin yells back.
"Get them all to one place," Simon raises his voice so Martin can hear him as he walks away, "Dead or alive."

It's been about a month since the Apocalypse hit.
He has long, fluffy dull gray - plum hair, like a lion's mane. His wing frames are dark black, and his wing membranes are dull gray - plum. Draconic runes mark his face.
Guide Grince flutters a little, climbing and standing on the top of the ruins, looking out at the wrecked cities all ahead of him. A few giant, whale like creatures roams idly in the sky, armored with rock scales. There are some that's shaped like great snakes, too.
"Blake!" Kaie calls at him, "What are you doing? Get down here!"
"We weren't able to find anyone alive out there yesterday," Blake tilts his head back, his green eyes brooding. The cat magicer sighs, looking down briefly. He has rust blonde hair and tail, and a pair of rusty red eyes, "We'll just take care of what we found, alright?"
"Kaie!" Blake's ears perk up, "We need to THINK of something! Ok, food is running out. Our medics are always exhausted. The survivors are always scared of what's to come. Unless the Firsts are gone, NOTHING will change for the better!"
"You're right!" Kaie calls back, "So get down here and let's all talk!"
Blake rolls his eyes, "Alright Guide Goldfjord. Time for another forum meeting."

"Hello?" a man's voice calls from within the dark woods, "Hi? Is there anyone here?"

He moves toward where he feels the energy is from. There are two of them around here. He hopes that those two don't fight hard.