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exsiliumlogs2013-11-06 03:14 am
theflyingone) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-06 03:14 am
Rest if you need to...
Date & Time: November 6th
Location: The clinic
Characters: Feferi Peixesfintastic and Altaïr ibn La-Ahad theflyingone
Summary: 12th century assassin meets a troll for the first time.
Warnings: Talk of recent space zombie invasion probably
Unsurprisingly, Altaïr had used up his supply of bandages. The creatures that had appeared in the Agriculture Wing had been unlike anyone – rather, anything – he'd fought before. His training as an Assassin had not anticipated reanimated corpses, but it had stressed being adaptable and prepared for anything. And he is still alive, if a bit battered.
Speaking of being prepared, he intends to restock at the clinic. He enters, but instead of staring at the unfamiliar objects and technology, he notices (how can he not) a girl with grey skin and horns. What...
There are all sorts of people here, he knows that, but this is unprecedented. His curiosity gets the better of him. He wonders if he can just... sort of... drift over for a closer look...
Location: The clinic
Characters: Feferi Peixes
fintastic and Altaïr ibn La-Ahad theflyingoneSummary: 12th century assassin meets a troll for the first time.
Warnings: Talk of recent space zombie invasion probably
Unsurprisingly, Altaïr had used up his supply of bandages. The creatures that had appeared in the Agriculture Wing had been unlike anyone – rather, anything – he'd fought before. His training as an Assassin had not anticipated reanimated corpses, but it had stressed being adaptable and prepared for anything. And he is still alive, if a bit battered.
Speaking of being prepared, he intends to restock at the clinic. He enters, but instead of staring at the unfamiliar objects and technology, he notices (how can he not) a girl with grey skin and horns. What...
There are all sorts of people here, he knows that, but this is unprecedented. His curiosity gets the better of him. He wonders if he can just... sort of... drift over for a closer look...
no subject
[ He can't blame them for those undead creatures (or can he? Was it a setup?), but being shanghaied against his will was enough. Months ago, he risked his life to free slaves consigned to the same fate, taken far from their homes to serve the Templars' mad schemes. He shakes his head restlessly. ]
And what's this about our worlds? Aren't they only invested in their own?
[ Why would the Initiative say their worlds were in danger? Surely the UE isn't trying to steal the Transporter and mount an attack on their home worlds. But the idea enters his thoughts, because he must take all possibilities into account. His training would have been for nothing if he didn't. ]