1 Pissed Off Reaper [Action/Voice]
Jul. 12th, 2012 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
risingshepard[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]
[Action]
Date: 2012-07-22 06:30 am (UTC)[He points it out as they pass]
[Action]
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]
[Action]
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.
[Action]
Date: 2012-07-23 04:44 pm (UTC)[In she goes! ...And it does take a while before she comes back, mainly because she needs to fit the armor to be sure it's as she remembers it. She comes out some time later in a bulky-looking, red suit that, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't be able to move in, and yet, she looks just fine in it. There's a visor over her right eye -- a see-through one; it looks like a HUD of some sort is installed onto it, a scaled down targeting system. As for the rest of her arsenal...all she really has at the moment is a sidearm and a pod for what looks like an LMG. No luck with the rest of her arsenal...damn.] ...S' the most I was able to pick up. Should do me some good, though.
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Date: 2012-07-23 04:46 pm (UTC)I doubt you'll need the guns, honestly. And I'd be careful about shooting, ammunition here is actually rather rare.
[Action]
Date: 2012-07-23 04:55 pm (UTC)As for the ammo concern...hmm. [Now that she looks at it, the weapons she has were altered to use a thermal clip -- of which this whole damn village has, most likely, none. Thaaaaaaaat might be trouble, unless she can figure out how to reverse engineer this crap, and most likely won't until Mordin arrives. -_-; Great, maybe Lupin does have a point after all...] ...Someone called Lupin raised concerns over this earlier before you got to me. I guess he had good reasons to, looking back on it. [She ejects the little heatsink from the Phalanx-model pistol, making sure it's ready to go before putting it back inside. It's her only clip, and every shot counts more than ever under these circumstances.
Why did I not protest against this stupid thermal clip thing? Oh, right, I was dead. Woohoo.]
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Date: 2012-07-23 05:18 pm (UTC)Why don't we get you to the house so you can get some rest? It'll be good for you.