There are members of their team more suited than Nihuang for the actual process of setting the Pins into this approximation of earth, so she is one of the few in their group focused on coordination and placement. Drawing on old reserves of speed and strength, she races the circumference of their battleground, measuring distances through the length of her stride and occasionally hollering encouragement or directions. Everyone is fast; that's why they're here. But the time...]
Have you finished? Do you need a hand?
[It's so difficult to tell. Her throat is scratchy with use; not for the first time, she wishes she had not left her warhorse back at the Temple.]
The cart isn't very--wait, are you bleeding?
2. OTA, the wait
[Compared to the rush of being near the storm, the wait that comes after. The fear Nihaung had held back while her team took the field grows proud and fat on hours and minutes as she waits for the return of group 2, for the drawn out mission of group 3, for the final outcome of this entire venture.
Her technical knowledge is too weak to be useful now, but she scans her wrist compulsively between checking in on the others. Her lip quirks when she sees someone else doing the same, and she shrugs, tucking her hands back into her sleeves.]
3. Wildcard
[ooc: You know the drill! If you're in Group 1, feel free to encounter her at another point; commiseration afterwards is a free for all. Please PM this account or whatever you'd like to plot further or if you would like me to start us off with something. :) ]
Nihuang | Group 1 and everyone else
There are members of their team more suited than Nihuang for the actual process of setting the Pins into this approximation of earth, so she is one of the few in their group focused on coordination and placement. Drawing on old reserves of speed and strength, she races the circumference of their battleground, measuring distances through the length of her stride and occasionally hollering encouragement or directions. Everyone is fast; that's why they're here. But the time...]
Have you finished? Do you need a hand?
[It's so difficult to tell. Her throat is scratchy with use; not for the first time, she wishes she had not left her warhorse back at the Temple.]
The cart isn't very--wait, are you bleeding?
2. OTA, the wait
[Compared to the rush of being near the storm, the wait that comes after. The fear Nihaung had held back while her team took the field grows proud and fat on hours and minutes as she waits for the return of group 2, for the drawn out mission of group 3, for the final outcome of this entire venture.
Her technical knowledge is too weak to be useful now, but she scans her wrist compulsively between checking in on the others. Her lip quirks when she sees someone else doing the same, and she shrugs, tucking her hands back into her sleeves.]
3. Wildcard
[ooc: You know the drill! If you're in Group 1, feel free to encounter her at another point; commiseration afterwards is a free for all. Please PM this account or whatever you'd like to plot further or if you would like me to start us off with something. :) ]