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It seemed that the universe felt they'd been thoroughly warned about the fate of their mission as that first day was the last of anything truly eventful for the group. Patrols to avoid, ships to hide from, that was all in a day's work, natural and hardly anything to worry them. They traveled at a reasonable pace, but not quickly due to Ember for the first three days, but on the fourth, the woman rose before any of them - besides the sentry who happened to be Nug at the time - and was ready to leave when the rest of the group was, on her own two feet. She'd only allowed Tohq to carry her that one day, the two after that alternating between walking a bit on her own and having someone help her when she began to feel dizzy.
On the fourth day, however.....it was like she'd never been injured. No signs of it but for her shoulder itself and even that was...healing rather quickly. Not freakishly fast, almost reasonably enough not to seem odd......unless one knew how long such wounds were supposed to take to heal. Ember's shouldn't have been half-way done with the process after four days, but the bite wound was steadily closing and she was steadily stronger, able to do more with her arm as the days passed. By the time they had reached the edge of the Red Zone, nine days later - those three slower days had cost them time - the bite was all but healed, still tender, still slightly scabbed in some areas, a bit puffy in other, but nearly gone all the same but for the scars she'd bear.
It wasn't exactly natural by human standards, but no one spoke of it, least of all Ember. Besides, who was to say the Tih'ahl with them were even aware of how humans functioned? They might be utterly clueless as to what was normal for a human being or not. Asking would have confirmed, but everyone seemed on edge, not only with the mission, but with the distrust and uncertainty about each other. Nick and Thomas didn't get along because of Ember, and it was clear Nick and she hated each other. Nug and Candy always seemed nervous when the two were around each other and no one knew what to expect of the two aliens with them. There was tension from many fronts and the added stress of getting closer to their destination wasn't helpful.
It did keep everyone pretty quiet and subdued, even Ember, though.
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They knew when they'd entered the Red Zone the moment their earpieces started to crackle and Nia was the first to leap back a step or two like a cat scalded by water. Thomas swore she almost hissed and he nearly grinned, but managed to keep it in as Nick gave the command for all of them to remove their earpieces. Just outside the Red Zone, they did so and placed them in a bag brought along. Thomas took the job of hiding it and everyone checked their person for more technology that might alert the Etz'os to their presence. Confirming that they had nothing, Nick looked to Luthran and Tohq with a slightly narrowed gaze.
"The weapons you have, will they alert the morphers?"
Ember rolled her eyes and started to walk once more, hesitating almost a moment at the threshold of the invisible line separating the outside world from the Red Zone before crossing almost deliberately. "They've been fighting the Etz'os far longer than we've been alive, Nickie. I'm sure they wouldn't make such a rookie mistake."
Glancing at the two aliens in question, the woman gave a slight smirk before looking away again and to the Torsir perched once more on her shoulder. "Only humans blunder about that blindly, right Asirin?" A growling warble answered her before the creature nuzzled her cheek and leaped away from her, disappearing into the forest around them, his task or purpose unknown. Ember didn't seem overly concerned about it and merely looked back at the others, ignoring the seething Nick. He was always doing that after all.
"Well? Ready?"
"To go into the Heart of Darkness, to face the Terror of Terrors, to venture into the Belly of the Beast, to-"
"Thomas."
The blond grinned and shrugged before moving to join her.
It seemed that the universe felt they'd been thoroughly warned about the fate of their mission as that first day was the last of anything truly eventful for the group. Patrols to avoid, ships to hide from, that was all in a day's work, natural and hardly anything to worry them. They traveled at a reasonable pace, but not quickly due to Ember for the first three days, but on the fourth, the woman rose before any of them - besides the sentry who happened to be Nug at the time - and was ready to leave when the rest of the group was, on her own two feet. She'd only allowed Tohq to carry her that one day, the two after that alternating between walking a bit on her own and having someone help her when she began to feel dizzy.
On the fourth day, however.....it was like she'd never been injured. No signs of it but for her shoulder itself and even that was...healing rather quickly. Not freakishly fast, almost reasonably enough not to seem odd......unless one knew how long such wounds were supposed to take to heal. Ember's shouldn't have been half-way done with the process after four days, but the bite wound was steadily closing and she was steadily stronger, able to do more with her arm as the days passed. By the time they had reached the edge of the Red Zone, nine days later - those three slower days had cost them time - the bite was all but healed, still tender, still slightly scabbed in some areas, a bit puffy in other, but nearly gone all the same but for the scars she'd bear.
It wasn't exactly natural by human standards, but no one spoke of it, least of all Ember. Besides, who was to say the Tih'ahl with them were even aware of how humans functioned? They might be utterly clueless as to what was normal for a human being or not. Asking would have confirmed, but everyone seemed on edge, not only with the mission, but with the distrust and uncertainty about each other. Nick and Thomas didn't get along because of Ember, and it was clear Nick and she hated each other. Nug and Candy always seemed nervous when the two were around each other and no one knew what to expect of the two aliens with them. There was tension from many fronts and the added stress of getting closer to their destination wasn't helpful.
It did keep everyone pretty quiet and subdued, even Ember, though.
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They knew when they'd entered the Red Zone the moment their earpieces started to crackle and Nia was the first to leap back a step or two like a cat scalded by water. Thomas swore she almost hissed and he nearly grinned, but managed to keep it in as Nick gave the command for all of them to remove their earpieces. Just outside the Red Zone, they did so and placed them in a bag brought along. Thomas took the job of hiding it and everyone checked their person for more technology that might alert the Etz'os to their presence. Confirming that they had nothing, Nick looked to Luthran and Tohq with a slightly narrowed gaze.
"The weapons you have, will they alert the morphers?"
Ember rolled her eyes and started to walk once more, hesitating almost a moment at the threshold of the invisible line separating the outside world from the Red Zone before crossing almost deliberately. "They've been fighting the Etz'os far longer than we've been alive, Nickie. I'm sure they wouldn't make such a rookie mistake."
Glancing at the two aliens in question, the woman gave a slight smirk before looking away again and to the Torsir perched once more on her shoulder. "Only humans blunder about that blindly, right Asirin?" A growling warble answered her before the creature nuzzled her cheek and leaped away from her, disappearing into the forest around them, his task or purpose unknown. Ember didn't seem overly concerned about it and merely looked back at the others, ignoring the seething Nick. He was always doing that after all.
"Well? Ready?"
"To go into the Heart of Darkness, to face the Terror of Terrors, to venture into the Belly of the Beast, to-"
"Thomas."
The blond grinned and shrugged before moving to join her.