1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]
Jul. 12th, 2012 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Alright, let's review: One, she was supposed to be in her cabin waiting for the ship to arrive at the Derelict, two, she's not supposed to have a blaring headache crunching her skull, and three, she's not supposed to be feeling like complete crap barring said headache. So, Luceti, here's her question: why has she been unceremoniously dumped into a forest that doesn't even look like Pragia's greenery, and why does she have a sundress on? She would really, really, really like to know. Sure doesn't help that the familiar, cool feeling of her room is gone and replaced with the humidity of the forest. It wakes her right up when she gets over her initial physical screwball.
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
There's a slight groan before she starts sitting up.] ...Feels like I just downed a glass of ryncol...what the hell happened...?
[It doesn't take her long to actually stand up, either. Those synthetic parts are a lifesaver, even if she didn't ask for them; when her eyes focus, though, she finds herself staring at her surroundings. ...Alright...where the hell was she?] ...Pragia? No, it couldn't be. [There's too little greenery compared to that forest planet, and none of it's clinging onto any buildings...so where does that put her? Earth? One of the colonies? She's not sure. As with the other discoveries, very little time passes before she finds red wings stuck on her back -- it's as if the Illusive Jackass wanted to screw around with her even more. <_< There's not a peep from her for a while before she starts restraining the urge to shoot something -- like she could, without her trusty pistol...
But something else catches her eye and makes her curiosity resurface -- the journal with her name, and her clothing sitting there right next to it. Not realizing that it can transmit her voice just yet, she picks it up and stares at it.] This looks pretty old-fashioned...why would anyone use this?
[Oh, if only you knew. Feel free to chime in while she inspects it -- it'll be a nice surprise. :P]
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Date: 2012-07-16 04:20 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-16 04:37 pm (UTC)So it does a lot more than tossing people around. I'm a little envious. [Only not really--she's just being a silly goose, now. XD]
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Date: 2012-07-17 02:22 am (UTC)[He's quiet for a moment]
And are there non-human sentients in your galaxy?
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Date: 2012-07-17 02:32 am (UTC)Quite a few. Mandibled oddballs, four-eyed slave drivers I want to shoot between the eyes, humanoids that can't step out into the open without wearing enviroment-proof suits, bug-eyed scientists...not sure how blue-skinned monogendered humanoids count on the scale though.
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Date: 2012-07-17 03:37 am (UTC)Thats good. I've only met one other person here who's encountered non-human sentients. Do the names Covenant, Flood, or Earth mean anything to you?
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Date: 2012-07-17 11:18 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-17 05:02 pm (UTC)[Well Daisy will be happy. No Covenant]
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Date: 2012-07-18 03:19 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-18 03:42 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-18 03:47 pm (UTC)[Now this is making her curious. Where does that leave him? AD 11,187?] Wait, how does it work in your world, anyway? [An equally perturbed tone. Nice one, Luke, you've got her thinking. :|b]
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Date: 2012-07-18 04:01 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-19 04:04 am (UTC)[If he needs an example, she's willing to give it out. Right now, she's just watching his reaction.]
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Date: 2012-07-19 04:20 am (UTC)[Nope. Nothing special]
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Date: 2012-07-19 04:23 am (UTC)[Not that she really means it... again. XD She actually wants to see what makes it tick, but. Luceti. :|]
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Date: 2012-07-19 04:30 am (UTC)Well, sadly I don't have one here, or we'd be long gone.
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Date: 2012-07-19 02:16 pm (UTC)A shame. Would be just the one way ticket out of this joint we needed. [But anyway--surely they've talked long enough; the village is likely in sight. She stares at it from where they stand.] ...This the place?
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Date: 2012-07-19 04:36 pm (UTC)[And off they go to the central plaza]
Whats missing?
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Date: 2012-07-21 11:21 am (UTC)We're looking at a bit of a list here. Assault rifle, shotgun, heavy pistol, sniper rifle, a suit of armor...last one's the first thing I really need at the moment. There's one more thing I could probably use--something the techs back home called a 'nuke launcher'.
[...Worrying thought, that. :|' She has something that launches miniature nuke bombs.]
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Date: 2012-07-21 03:28 pm (UTC)[Off to the weapon shop...]
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Date: 2012-07-21 11:27 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-22 06:30 am (UTC)[He points it out as they pass]
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Date: 2012-07-22 08:54 am (UTC)[Because no one can be so ninja-like they could swipe every important belonging people had... :|a]
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Date: 2012-07-22 03:50 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-22 11:57 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-07-23 06:33 am (UTC)[Here they are at the smithy]
I'll give you a moment to look for your weapons and armor. I wouldn't know what they look like.
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