(no subject) (part 2)

[initiatesnpc]

Here is an overflow log for the Black Rock, New Mexico mission! The original log is here, and the OOC information is here. Start new threads or continue old ones, this is just some more room for it to grow into.

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[slingshots]

[ Her own gaze is steady through the shades, even if they're made even darker in the shadow of evening. She gets it, and it's strange to think how much she gets it. To realize how much she's got in common with the other kids in the bright yellow capes.

She can't just say yes, or even say his name, that's not enough. ]

He told me it right after he got done thinking I was you. [ A tiny smile, apologetic. ] Head wounds, y'know.

[biwinning]

... Whatever you want.

You ready to go now?

[fintastic]

I was hatched ready!

[ So she slips around behind him, hooking her arms around his neck. ]

[biwinning]

[He lifts her legs up, holding them in place, and then blasts off. No warning or nothing. There are no safety features on this ride, and if he was in a better mood, he'd joke about that. But as it is, he isn't. So... no go. Just a straight shot into the air.]

[fintastic]

[ She's a little surprised and grips on tighter, but at least she's used to it already. She doesn't say much herself, more intent on trying to hold on and concentrate on the landscape and direction they're going in. She's no expert navigator, so it takes a good bit of effort on her part-- though there are landmarks, at least, unlike her home in the ocean. ]

[deservinghell]

"Well. Some things do just come naturally." Now he's managed to slide the tone down toward the lighter end of the scale, Henry is eager to keep it there. But he knows he has to tread the line carefully; he hurt Chloe, he realizes that, and the last thing either of them needs is for her to think he's blind to her pain.

He clears his throat.

"I want you to know that I didn't go out of my way to deceive you. It may be dangerous and the currency of fools, but your trust means something to me. Someday I hope to have the chance to earn it back."

[peachbaths]

Hm? I use a Metal Vessel, yes. [ She's not exactly a magician but WHATEVER KOUGYOKU no one cares about Magi terminology... ] Why do you ask?

and me without a proper shocked icon

[skennen]

[Connor draws a deep breath, his posture relaxing slowly but surely as he loses himself in his memories. He thinks of his home, of the forest, of his people gathered around the longhouses. Their songs fill the spaces of his mind. Their songs and... someone screaming.

In an instant, he is an Assassin again. Reflexes send him scrambling backward to where his tomahawk lies on the riverbank. He jerks his head up as he reaches for that weapon and his eyes fix on the source of the noise: a girl. A girl clutching a blanket and... Wait-... Were those... horse legs?

Are those horse ears?

His fingertips touch the shaft of the tomahawk but he's otherwise gone still, frozen in an awkward position with his body leaning precariously to the side and his arm stretched way out. His eyes are wide and unblinking. At some point his mouth has fallen open.

He's got to do something here, he knows it, but he is woefully unprepared for dealing with panicking half-horse people.

It ends up being one of his injuries that pushes him past the shock: pain flares from the leg his weight is resting on, prompting him to straighten up. He forgets to grab the tomahawk.

He stares a second longer then hastily scans the darkness for unseen threats... But no, it is just the two of them.

At a complete loss as to what to do, he raises his hands up in front of him.]

Peace!

[skennen]

[Connor's hunting attempts have not gone especially well tonight, but he's caught several hares in the traps he set up and so he'll still have a (very late) dinner. He's just heading back to the area he made camp in when he hears the distant scream of a horse and his own mount spooks. He takes a moment to get the stout buckskin gelding settled again, patting its neck and murmuring encouragement to it in both English and Kanien'kéha, before slipping out of the saddle.

Except the moment his feet hit the ground, his horse skitters away, heading off in the opposite direction of the scream and carrying Connor's dinner with it.]

Ka'wáhse?

[He calls after it and watches it throw in a buck as if replying to him with an insult. He shakes his head and waves his hand once at its retreating form. He'll find it later. It's not too hard to track hoof prints, even on this dry earth.

Turning back, he ventures on through the stretches of sand and rock until he finds the source of the single piercing scream.

A wolf. A very large wolf. And a horse. Part of a horse, anyway.

Connor sinks to the ground in a crouch, watching the wolf feast. A desert wolf? He thought this land was too hot for the likes of wolves. It's certainly too hot for him.

... But what would the pelt of such a huge wolf be worth? Better yet, what challenge might hunting it pose?

He reaches for his quiver and feels the fletching of the single arrow he has left. One arrow will not be enough to bring down a wolf of this size unless his aim is very precise. From where he stands behind the animal, he has no chance of putting an arrow through its eye, into the brain, or through its chest deeply enough to pierce the heart. He also knows that repositioning himself for a better shot will only alert his prey and force a confrontation. Perhaps it is best then to take the beast with his hands. There may be a fight, but it will be one he is prepared for.

He flexes the muscles in his left arm just-so, activating a hidden blade that pivots to be held like a knife in his hand. He then lifts himself up enough to start forward, each footstep taken with care as he advances toward Isaac.]

[peachbaths]

[ YES THEY DID IT okay, now that that's out of the way ]

Thank you. Ah, there's something I'm curious about, Ranka. Your... hair. [ How... does she phrase this? IS IT REALLY MOVING ON ITS OWN? ]

[peachbaths]

[ "At the moment?" What a strange way to put it. ]

The pleasure is mine... Saber. [ Man, even that name is weird. ] Saber, as in, a sword?

[immorally]

[Reaver snorts at that, rolling his eyes.]

Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Heroes are a dying breed. No, no, a "Hero" is a person who possesses incredible powers - usually in one particular area: Strength, Skill, or Will - but not all of us care about the rescuing people or slaying monsters or... whatever it is those other Heroes do.

[He waves that off airily. It doesn't really matter anyway!]

No, I don't bother with any of that trivial nonsense. I have much better things to do with my time.

[stonewall]

Yeah, no problem. Part of being a hero is knowin' when you need a hand.

[ Back home, he had NORA. Here... well, it isn't nearly as official, but there are certain people Snow knows he can count on.

He bounds up the wooden steps in front of the clothing store, and holds the door open for her. ]

C'mon. This heat isn't gonna get any better.

[perfectionisms]

"Trust me, I didn't want to be involved," she hisses, cowering at the sound of a gunshot. Thank God for low caliber guns, but that doesn't make her more comfortable with them.

"How are you involved in this mess?"

[perfectionisms]

Please don't. That would require you to be useful for once.

[ That nice boot gets thrown over her table to hit a man. Fortunately, he's too busy to notice it. ]

[fe_male]

Reversing my previous statement - while somewhat impressive, that's also pretty sad. Not that dating was super high on my list either - well, sort of, but not really for the purposes of dating here, whatever - but anyway, yeah, it's also kind of sad.

[imusntrunaway]

It's as you say. We're getting to know each other. [And the fact that if he's going to live with weird stuff like magic he might as well take notes on how to avoid them.]

[boughtabookstore]

Much appreciated.

I'm somewhat surprised the alcohol industry in Exsilium can keep up with the new population.

[speakveryclearly]

Strife specibi work differently from standard fetching.

[...

She pauses a bit trying to figure out the best and clearest way to phrase this.] Everyone can wield weapons from their sylladex easily. Other objects... everyone has their own fetch modus. Mine is Chastity. It locks things up. So I only captchalogue objects I need to keep safe rather than immediately retrieve.

Hence, pockets.

[innominata]

I'm normal.

[have_hat_will_travel]

"I was just in here preparing to do my usual work!"

And then a person crashed into the table next to them.

[wolfmd]

[There's only so much Isaac's stomach can hold before he starts to feel lethargic, and he's confident he could frighten off any scavengers when he returns later, so he's stopped a headlong rush for food and is just nosing out the choicest bits to nibble down. The horse is a little skinny, overworked and not well-fed, but it was a large horse so there's plenty.

He does lift his head occasionally, using eyes, nose and ears, to be watchful for challengers to his kill, but he is being a little lax about looking around behind, counting on his ears to bring him news of foot or pawsteps on the dry ground. So he doesn't hear the very careful steps of an expert hunter coming up behind.

But he's contemplating heading down to the river for a drink, and lifts his head, turning a little toward the water. The question is, will Connor be quick enough to get out of sight, and silent enough in the attempt?]

[galactically]

[Curling a finger around her chin, Sheryl regards Utena with a lopsided grin. Sure she's had her own set of problems convincing potential voters to support Moony, but it's not like she'll admit them. Taking a few seconds to think of some advice, she removes her finger and turns her head.]

What I do is to tell the most elaborate stories of this man's efforts, and sometimes I say that an important person I know is voting for him. You have to be extra confident and take hold of their attention when you do this!

[Sheryl has to admit, her own wardrobe may have given her extra points.]

For example— [A pause as she makes her voice sound airy and light.] — "My father is a ritzy, oil tycoon and he's voting for Mr. Moony! Why, I'm sure that Black Rock will be filled with vast fortunes if he's running for mayor!"

[galactically]

Ranka and I used to live in Frontier for some time, though I came from Galaxy first.

[She taps her chin in thought, nodding in agreement.]

Everything over there is simulated. The sky, the winds, the ocean, even the buildings change appearances often like holograms.

[motherofnemesis]

There's nothing sad about that, I just - my priorities have never included it and that didn't change upon getting here. Feel free to try to convince me how I need it, I just can't guarantee you'll get any results.