a storm approaches.This log is for everyone who signed up for The Storm investigation. Feel free to use the here to plot further on how you plan on approaching The Storm, and the issue. The mod questions thread is also open, if you have anything you would like to run by us.
the investigation.It takes a day of preparation, and a day of discussion, before you are led further down into the tunnels. It's pitch black, but one of the BGs who you have become familiar enough with turns on a low light and continues further. You walk for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, and then turn a corner into a large, open cavern. The BG explains that at one time, this had been an underground transportation system - old and unused for centuries, now, but still in working order.
They file each of you onto a single car - it seems to be large enough to fit nearly a hundred, possibly more, bodies - so everyone has a space. The BG explains that they have already input the coordinates into the system, and that once they close the door, you will be transported to the last known location. The car will be programmed to wait for 72 hours, and then will return to this location. There is food and water supplied, and already packed, in the car. If you are not back in the car by that time, it will leave you behind. They then give their farewells, thank you for your help and readiness, and step away from the door - letting it close behind them. The car travels down a pitch black tunnel, and while the inside is dimly lit enough for the Circle Members to see each other and move around without hinderance, you can see nothing through the windows. It continues for a few hours at this rate - nothing to see, no idea where you are going. That is, until it seems to break through the surface, the track running through buildings and another, unknown area of the city.
The streets and buildings are abandoned, the tech old and outdated, windows broken out and dust filling the street. The sky, like back in the city you knew before, is cloudy and grey. But these clouds are different - these clouds are dark in a way you haven't seen before. You travel for another half hour above ground before the cart comes to a stop, and during this time it happens twice. A low rumble, seeming to come from everywhere at once, and then a few heartbeats after, a disasterous flash of lighting - miles away, yes, but threatening and gigantic, brighter and more violent than you've ever seen lightning before. The crash shakes the ground under you, and the damage is immense.
But the buildings are abandoned, the streets empty save for crates, old mechanical bits, dusty remnants of a society long forgotten by the Struxta you came from just a couple of days prior.
This is The Storm you've been warned about. the storm.You have been asked to find out information that will help the BG's, and Struxta, to stop The Storm.
From what you can gather, it does seem to be a naturally occurring weather phenomenon, as far as weather systems seem to work on this planet. However, rather than scattered thunder and lightning strikes, it seems to almost recharge and strike with epic proportions. It can damage, or destroy, buildings. It shorts out any and all items (and people) who depend on electricity in any form to function (Sorry Daylight and Conner, sorry to anyone who brought along technology) within a three mile radius.
The 'darkness' the BGs were talking about does follow this storm, but they seem to have been referring to this electrical shortage that comes from the storm and it's strikes. If this storm does reach any of the still-occupied areas of the city, it will shut down the entire grid, as well as any of the robots, androids, or electrically based figures that exist there - essentially ending the life of every Struxta citizen that is effected.
Plot, plan, theorize, and see if you can find a way to stop The Storm. If not, be back on the train car in 72 hours time, to return to the BGs and report what you have found.PROMPT IDEAS
1.) Discussions on the train - do you have any ideas for what to prepare? Any discussions you may want to have? You and your fellow Circle Members are caught here together for a few hours, driving into a situation you know very little about. What do you want to make sure you're prepared to handle?
2.) Scouting missions - the heart of The Storm is very much in the distance, and it is not moving quickly, giving Circle Members plenty of time to set out and check out the surrounding city. What you will find won't be much - this is a robotic ghost town in every turn of the phrase. Buildings have been abandoned for hundreds of years, covered in dust and left entirely undisturbed, except for the breeze that now seems to flit through this entire area. There are stores, warehouses, apartments, and buildings you can't even tell what they were used for, cleared out. Whenever, or whoever, lived in this part of Struxta had evacuated, quickly but efficiently.
3.) The Storm - The Storm is still a distance away from where the cart has dropped you off, enough that when your 72 hours are up, the heart of the storm and the lightning strikes shouldn't reach the car, or the track. This does mean that to do any closer investigation, you will need to go to The Storm itself. But be careful - the electrical output from these lightning strikes are dangerous, and can have all sorts of effects on both natural and mechanical beings. The wind, the closer you get to The Storm, will also pick up - making any kind of flying or air travel impossible.
4.) Planning - the car leaves everyone off at an old train station, which a large room attached. This room can be used as a kind of home base, as well as a meeting location. What do you plan on doing? Simply taking down information, or trying to take the storm head on? How do you plan on doing that? Will your abilities help? This room attached onto the train station is a safe location - no effects of The Storm will make it inside. Use as you would like! |
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[ She'll be honest, she's not the most well-equipped person to handle storm-chasing, since the only real storms (wind, lightning) were the ones she herself had whipped up in a place that definitely wasn't here. But all the same, Rion sucks at sitting still and behaving herself.
... Much like she sucks at sitting still and behaving herself en route, so she'll definitely engage any nearby soul in riveting conversation, like-- ]
Soooo, ever been struck by lightning before?
[ 3. mildly problematic ]
[ Alternatively, you can find her poking around the abandoned town, high up on any roof that seems like it'll support her.
But otherwise? Rion's interested in checking on The Storm itself, which is all well and good, except for the wind. It's a smart enough thought, she'd figured, fly out closer, cover more ground, save some walking time.
That, however, is most certainly a yelping pink-haired girl getting thrown backwards and out of the air, though.
Incoming! ]
[ ooc: I am also open for any and all other prompts! ]
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[He didn't want to image how painful it was. Yet, her question was showing him once more on this day that he was on his way to a pretty dangerous situation. ]
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That's the most pleasant conversation starter you could think of?
[Oh, well, he's going to answer anyway.]
I haven't. ...But I knew a guy who got lit on fire--do you think it's anything alike?
["Knew" as in "now I have his awful memories," but he doesn't need to get into those details.]
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His feet were on the ground, but he's quick to leap up, flying towards her as best he can in the wind, to grab her up and try to keep control of his own flight long enough to get them both down to the ground.
It's not the best landing. But hey, he at least manage to angle himself so that he's hitting the ground instead of Rion. And he's bigger and older than the last time he saw her, so that has to help too.]
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[Well, he's just being honest there.] You mean like 'from the sky au natural' lightning? Or does any lightning count? Because if it's the latter, yes. Yes I definitely have been struck by lightning.
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You?
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[uh]
[actually, you know what. that answer probably isn't weird for her at all]
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...I really wouldn't recommend it. But, why do you ask?
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Rion!
[She has to lunge to accomplish it, but she does manage to close a hand around Rion's wrist, attempting to anchor her.]
Careful! This wind is no joke!
[Like she needs to be told.]
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Mordred calls out as she looks up at the hanging girl. ]
Yo! Are you okay? That was close, hah.
[ The fall or being impaled by a sword?? ]
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Have a dry look, Rion. He knows she was gunning for conversation with the other people around them, but they seem very focused on, you know, All Of This, so he's the one who's ending up fielding her question.
Mostly.
She's aware they both have many times (shit sucks), so:]
I always wondered what yours felt like by the way. It was all...sparkly.
[Finger waggling!! Rion's magical lightning attacks... and feathers...and lasers....]
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[A small plus for electric shock damage, but.]
Um. I do appreciate that, but don't try to like... get struck by lightning or anything?
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[ This section of the city may have been left to rot, abandoned with no one left to care for it, but it hardly comes as an unsettling sight to 9S. If anything, it's familiar—too similar to an Earth he left behind, likewise deserted of human civilization where the only proof they ever existed in the first place were decayed ruins. 9S had performed countless missions in such conditions, and he wasn't convinced he'd ever have to do it again these days. Seems like he was wrong.
Once they're all prepared to set out—quickly, too, because seventy-two hours is only so long—9S doesn't hesitate to venture into the streets, with Pod floating overhead as usual.
Whether you've been with him the whole time or are only just now running into him, sometime while digging around town 9S can be caught trying to pry an old door to a former convenience store open, with little luck. The hinges creak, but it doesn't budge. 9S slips out an annoyed grunt after a few failed attempts. ]
Aw, come on. How stuck is this thing?
TWO. THE STORM
[ During the next day, when the group (or perhaps some of them, anyway) choose to journey into the storm, 9S decides to come with. Perhaps he hadn't expected what would follow, despite warnings, or maybe he was willing to take the risks—no matter the reason, barely an hour passes by before he already has to turn back.
9S doesn't walk away from the storm so much as he stumbles from it, a struggle in his steps as he does his best to reach a safe enough distance away from the intense, pulsating electrical currents that had screwed up his circuits. Even Pod appears to be having some trouble, bobbing erratically in the air while following 9S. When they make it far enough (he's hoping it's far enough), he stops to lean against a mostly rusted street light, like someone trying to catch their breath, but he'll still call out to anyone nearby whether they're pursuing their own storm investigations or likewise coming away from it: ]
Hey— [ 9S' voice comes out fuzzy and full of static, though, like an old recording. ] Which way was the station again...?
WILDCARD
[ you know how these work. pm/pp/whatever me if you'd like to plot something out! ]
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[ Arenvald may not know much about machines, but he's spent enough time with Connor by now to realize that, as human as this person seems, that may not be the case. The Storm is reacting badly with technology, and the strange quality of the other's voice is enough to clue him in. ]
Do you need a hand? I can take you back.
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002 â–² THE STORM
003 â–² THE TRAIN STATION
((ooc; open to other prompts, if you don't see something you like!))
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nier doesn't question much. he's quick to descend to his heels, crouching as he motions his hand towards connor. ]
Are you alright? We need to get you away from here.
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[While the car drove through the darkness Tyrion was lost in his own thoughts for quite a while.. He had tried to image what they would see when they arrive at their destination. Yet a part of him was afraid of what they would find and the storm itself. He knew that the forces of nature had their own rules and that everyone was small against them.]
I wonder what we will find once we arrive at our destination. I would be lying if I would say that I am not worried about what exactly we find.
Scouting Mission
[The ruins of this part of Struxta were a sad testimony of the past. Yet these ruins had the odd charm only ruins could have. The were somehow whispering that someone should explore them. But that was something Tyrion wasn't brave enough to do, even through it was tempting. What if he would find any helpful clues in one of the ruins?
He took a closer look at the different buildings. Even this old part of Sturxta had once been odd (at least when he was comparing it to the worlds he knew). The strange breeze that filled the air of this area was giving Tyrion the impression that there was still some living being around.]
It's daunting how one storm can turn a city into a deserted place like this [He's murmuring, not expecting an answer.
The Storm
[In awe he's looking in the direction where the storm is. Never ever before in his life had he witnessed such a force of nature.
Suddenly he was unsure if they would find a way to stop the storm. So far he hadn't heard of anyone who could control nature, unless they were Gods or Goddesses.]
Here we have the proof, that you should never underestimate nature. Do you think that we can find a way to stop this storm?
[He looks up to the Circle member next to him, a worrisome expression on his face.]
The Train Station
We're all different but we all have one thing in common: We all got a magic ability from Astoria. Personally I believe that she gave them to us as a tool we could use to fulfill our missions.
Does anyone of you got an ability you think could be useful?
[He looked at the Circle members who were with him in the old train station. ]
Wildcard
None of these prompts appeal to you? Feel free to write your own/plot with me via plurk (preciousbrat).
The Storm
Um... Honestly, unless someone has magic for it, no? We can't control storms at home, so I don't even know what we do by ourselves here...
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B ☀ THE THUNDER ROLLS
C ☀ WE BUILT THIS CITY
D ☀ WILDCARD
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The comment interrupts her own thoughts as she wanders the car. This end is brighter but... oh, is that him doing that?]
Oh, no. It's fine.
[She doesn't quite smile back, but at least looks a little less glum.]
It's nice, actually. Is that the power you were given when you got here?
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[Eliza can be found at various places throughout the husk of a city, leaning out windows or scrambling up on old furniture to mark her chalk eyes high on the walls. Some of them are large and elaborate, taking up the whole side of smaller buildings, while smaller ones cluster in dense bunches under overhangs or along windowsills. A hundred different eyes, but all of them point in one of only two directions:
Towards Struxta, or towards the Storm.]
Reset Button
[For all she's set up her Eyes to watch the oncoming storm and for all that they've come all this way out here just to investigate it... Sometimes you need a break from staring at your looming doom. So Eliza's retreated inside the train station, tapping through the settings on her phone.]
... Does anyone know how to reboot a city?
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[Want a different option? anything goes!]
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[he glances up at blinks at her, brows raised]
. . . why are you asking?
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[ daylight is nervous during the train ride.
it's obvious by how he curls himself up into a ball, winglets folded up as to avoid whacking anyone on the head. it's obvious by how his optics are pale white from fear, dim and unfocused when he slips into deep thoughts. it's very obvious by how meddy hovers around him in concern, beeping gently as if not to spook him.
it's obvious he's nervous and he's trying to keep it hidden all the same. when he's out of his little funks, he attempts to engage with anyone he can by asking them a very simple question: ] So... One to ten... What do you think?
I think we're at a solid... seven. Yeah. A seven is pretty good with us. [ he pauses. ] Maybe an eight if I want to be really optimistic.
ii;; head is stripped just like a screw.
[ it's obvious that daylight is still suffering from the side effects of his attempted merging with the subconscious. there are times he freezes up, optics wide, before he moves again since his processor has slowed to a crawl. there are times he spits out static and white noise for almost a solid minute before he can reset it and speak normally again.
and then then there are the times his audiala act up. often in the worst of times too. ]
... Sorry. [ daylight looks sheepish here, winglets shooting down in embarrassment and humiliation for this won't be the first or last time he needs to ask this: ] Can you, um, repeat that for me? I couldn't catch that bit.
iii;; oh no.
... Has anyone seen Meddy?
[ daylight is looking around, alarm evident in his features. the moment the storm started to look dangerous - felt in the ache of his joints and the uneasiness of his emission field - daylight pulled back. he didn't want to force the others to lug around a ten feet tall bot around. they had so much to do as is so-
he's just returned to the train station to get away from the potential dangers of the storm, relieved to be back somewhere safe. but as he begins to take stock of his surroundings and who else is there, he's beginning to realise something (someone) is missing. ]
Has anyone seen Meddy? [ his voice becomes louder now, rising in panic. ] Guys? Meddy? They- They were right behind us.
iv;; not the smartest thing to do. (backdated events.)
[ the option for when daylight attempted to merge with the mass subconscious with very poor (yet perdictable) results. there are two suboptions to pick from.
a. when daylight is attempting the merge with some friends he made at the races, resulting in information overlord for both him and the poor native who agreed to do this with him. this is where the buildup to the event + fallout to said event can be played out.
b. when daylight finally comes back up online after he's been repaired by others. this is where others can do said repair with meddy's help or if you just wanna yell at day for the stunt he pulled despite warnings. ]
v;; wildcard!!
[ want to do something else? use this prompt or hit me up via my hmd or my plurk, prognostic, if you want to plot specifics! ]
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Be optimistic.
[Keith even offers a little smile. He looks tired. He also looks significantly older and taller and more scarred than the last time he saw Daylight.] I'd say a ten. We're all in this together, and we've got each other's backs, right? That's a pretty good place to start from.
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[The warnings that they had all been given back at base were completely unnecessary, in Cayde's opinion. The thrill of the potential for danger is far more attractive than any sort of silly self-preservation, and he's got this.
The city is a wreck, and there's something almost comforting about that; it feels a little like home, all things considered. But that doesn't mean that he's apt to play nice with anything. Cayde's taking this opportunity to slip into everywhere he possibly can, surely there must be some sort of information that could be helpful.]
Hey!
[He's managed to work his way into one of the buildings, and is now leaning out a broken out window, motioning with one arm.]
Think I found something up here, anyone want to give me a hand?
3. obvious consequences
[The faint ozone taste in the air should be enough of a warning, but Cayde is wont to ignore signs of danger when it suits him. He's tasted lightning before, gone toe-to-toe with his share of arc-wielding foes, there's nothing scary about a little flash and bang.
He pays no heed to the growing rumble in the distance, continuing his trek into the ruined city with the rest of the scouting party. It's the most fun he's had in months, and he's not about to let a little bluster drive him back to the boring safety of the train station.
Something catches his optics, just around a bend in the street, and he motions to his traveling companions.]
Hey, something over there. Gotta be worth checking-
[Another tremendous crack splits the sky, and it's like he's been hit by a interceptor. The strength is immediately gone from his limbs, and he crumples to the ground, optics flickering and a staticy, distorted sound escaping from his speaker. It's different, this time; this isn't anything like back home.
His mind is a jumbled mess as he shuffles and tries to get to his hands and knees, trying to make sense of what's happened. But there's another flash and another jolt through his system and for once in his life Cayde is ready to admit that perhaps he's made a bad decision.]
Okay-
[His tone is jumbled, but he manages to get to his knees with considerable effort.]
Okay, so. Change of plans. [If he were able to, he's entirely sure he'd be gasping for breath. Kind of embarrassing, but pride goeth before the fall.] Leave the thing, come help me get back on my feet. Please?
3. benched for the season
[Eventually he's able to get back to the train station, but he's not happy about being stuck at home base while everyone else gets to adventure about. Cayde can be found holed up, brooding only a slight bit, near the door. Anyone entering or leaving will get chastized for a moment if they step too close, because he's currently utilizing the thick layer of dirt and dust on the ground to try to draw a map of the areas of the city that he was able to scout out.]
You got anything to add?
4. wildcard
[Hit me up, I'm up for anything!]
( benched for the season. )
currently forced to stay out of danger himself, and worried sick for meddy since they've been forced into recovery stasis for the time being, daylight is a little surprise to be signalled out. despite the fact he's been trying to creep closer and closer to cayde's current spot for the last five minutes or so, having become curious about what he's doing. ]
Um... Yeah. [ he gestures to a certain area, one that he recognises very well. ] I've been to the races. You're missing a few bits from it.
[ the usual enthusiasm and exuberance found in his voice is gone for the moment. his emission field, slow and sluggish, is simply sending out wave after wave of exhaustion-worry-uncertainty as he struggles to try and find some pep in him to turn this mood around. ]
i love daylight so much oh my goodness
i'm super excited for this thread, eeee \ o /
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3) i can’t believe half the cast is fucking dead
4)
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She is 100% going to put him in idiot robot jail, but first she needs to get him out of the line of fire, and that's going to take some doing. She takes a breath, stumbling a bit forward to reach under his shoulders to try and heft him up as much as she can and drag the rest of the way.]
C'mon. I'll get you back to the train.
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i'm so sorry, august turned into a shitstorm, feel free to handwave/drop if you've moved on
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[They have time to think. This is a good thing as far as Steve's concerned. He knows they all mean well, but even he knows they need a plan. This is likely the best time to come up with one of the rough ones he likes so much.] Don't suppose one of you knows how to control the weather or lightning and thunder?
[A beat before he adds:] Serious question. I knew a guy who could.
two: scouting/the storm
[Steve swallows. This feels like a losing battle. He can't stand that feeling as someone who has never truly lost before. He takes a deep breath and releases it. The shield that's been attached to his arm this whole time is getting tapped by his knuckles.] The shield can take the hit. I can cover whoever can do something about that.
[That's all he can do and he knows it. God how he wishes Thor were here.]
three: wildcard.
[PM or toss something at me. I'm flexible.]
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but she looks up when steve speaks, crease sprouting between her eyebrows. ]
For real? In the real world?
[ WHERE MAGIC ISN'T REAL FOR THe RECORD ]
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[This train is a fair bit different from anything Elizabeth is used to. There's a pit in her stomach as they are all herded aboard something that is reminiscent of a carriage but not quite. It's much bigger, much longer and with more space than any carriage could hope to boast.
She looks uneasy once the train does take off. A good portion of that though is in the fact that absolutely nothing can be seen through the windows of the train itself. It's all inky blackness and with the meager lighting inside the train itself, it paints a somber picture of descending into an abyss of sorts.
Eventually Elizabeth gives up staring into the inky blackness in the hopes of divining anything and settles in a seat with a sigh.]
I do hope the BG know what they are about.
[She doesn't imagine they are wrong but this whole situation has her nerves a bit on edge.]
[B: the train station;]
[In lieu of scouting out the city at first, Elizabeth instead opts for setting up some type of temporary housing or medical facility within the station.
She is ready to help anyone else doing this as well as aiding anyone who comes back with any sort of injury.]
[C: scouting missions;]
[The group Elizabeth eventually accompanies first breach into what appears to be some sort of store. It's much more modern than anything Elizabeth knows at home but not unlike what she has found since arriving here in Struxta.
She brushes a line in the dust of one shelf and murmurs to herself.]
It seems they left quite some time ago.
[D: wildcard;]
[Feel free to hit me up with any prompt or situation you like.]
A
His mental voice, unmistakably Shiro filters in.]
I think they only know so much. They're hoping we can do something but...possibly because they're machines have never been able to get close to the storm.
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2.
[Pod's light is barely enough for A2 to get a clear idea of where to go, but she can see well enough to navigate, and so she begins to do so, though the more she sees the more uneasy she gets.
She doesn't like it here. Up above had been unfamiliar and overwhelming, but this is so reminiscent of the ruined Earth of her world that she's on edge for an entirely different reason. She stops in front of what looks like a half caved-in building entrance, and begins the tedious work of pushing her way through by removing the rubble in front. The thing is, she's not as strong as she used to be, and midway in, she's actually winded.]
Dammit —
[Nearby, Pod speaks.]
Approximately 120 minutes have passed since Unit A2 began exploration. Rest is recommended to return to optimal performance levels.
Shut up. I can handle it.
[The advice seems to irritate her, but then, most things irritated her, and again she begins to work out of sheer petty spite.]
3.
[With no headway gained in the abandoned city exploration, A2 takes her risks — despite Pod's continued advisement not to — to head into the Storm.
The first electrical current drops her like a stone. Her visuals are going haywire, and she only can dimly register that Pod doesn't seem to be doing well either — it wobbles unsteadily in the air, and she manages to force herself upright well enough to grab it before it falls too, cradling it to her chest. If she's noticed the immediate impulse to protect, she isn't in any state to think about it.
She can barely see — static runs over her eyes in the pulsing pattern of a heartbeat, and she's not steady on her feet...at all, but she's too stubborn to ask for help. She's mostly trying to get away before she gets hit again.]
[wildcard]
[hmu with whatever you desire!]
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his eyes are trained on her — the way she reaches for pod, protective in her motions. it's somehow terribly both characteristic and uncharacteristic of her, and he realizes then that something is amiss.
she wobbles. so hastily, he approaches from behind as if to catch her, one hand gripping her by the shoulder and another gripping her by the forearm. ]
A2, [ he says, features hard. ] are you alright?
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[There is nothing quite like being shoved into a tin can and being sent along a dark passage with no idea what is about to happen. Rather than ponder this fact outloud though, Waver keeps his nose close to the window, watching that darkness go by.
He perks when it looks like there's some other shadow in the darkness, but quickly deflates once it goes. When the city does emerge, all abandoned andd outdated, Waver cannot help but sit up, analyzing everything.]
...Strange that nature hasn't tried to reclaim anything here, so far as I can tell.
II. Not a boy scout
"Ugh," Waver says as his feet step over some bits of broken glass. The soles of his shoes are thick enough, but it isn't the first time he's done this exact action today. It won't be the last either. The place is in ruins, and the glass covering the area is a concern. It means that when the storm hits, the immediate area isn't good for taking cover.
But there is something off to the left that catches his attention - another warehouse, this one with precious few broken windows an a door that hangs open ever so slightly. With a deep breath, Waver nods.
"Right, might as well go in," he announces to no one at all.
III. Wildcard
You know the deal.
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"We're far enough away from the storm I can change shape and get us out of here. But if it gets any closer we'll have to retreat on foot." He moves over the glass and eyes the other warehouse, taking a step towards it.
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