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[fieldbox=Clarissa Riley Scott, #8b11bf, solid]
Click here to reference Clary.
Unsurprisingly, Quinn agreed to go find the supplies with Clary. She knew it was too soon, but Clarissa couldn't hope that maybe this could be the makings of a friendship. Or, at least some sort of relationship where she wasn't viewed as a monster. Do these people even know that I'm a murderer? She wondered as the two began walking. Or were they never told about me, since I was in solitary confinement?
When Quinn asked her which way the supplies were, Clary raised a hand and pointed to Kris, who was a few yards ahead of them. "I heard he scoped them out from a tree or something," Clarissa said, "And he's heading to them now. So, I guess we just follow them." Past Kris, she could see the sun reflecting off of something shiny.
I hope the Ark didn't really put everything inside of metal boxes, Clary thought, beginning the trudge towards the supplies. It'll be way too hot to open those on a day like this. Unless throwing water on them would cool them off...
She paused upon hearing her name, turning to see Hal talking to her old friend Adam. Because of the distance she couldn't really hear what he was saying, but she got the gist. Hal wanted Adam to go with them. Great, Clary thought, rolling her eyes and continuing forward. Already, she was getting annoyed with Adam's flirtatious attitude towards every female he encountered. Some boys just don't know how to control themselves.
Clary's hands reached up to her short brown hair, huffing as she wished she had a hair-tie. On the Ark she never had to worry about her hair making her too hot, but down here it was already becoming an issue. She bit her lower lip, eyes focused on Kris and the supposed boxes the whole walk. She thought about striking up a conversation with Quinn, but decided against it. She didn't really have anything to talk about.
Before too long, they caught up with Kris at the boxes. Just as she had feared, they were made of metal. She knew that there wasn't really anything else the Ark could have made these boxes out of, except for some wood even though that was limited on the Ark, but she was still upset to see they were metal. Curiously, she reached out and touched it, instantly drawing her hand back. "They're too hot," she stated the obvious. "Now what?"
@Akashi @Freyalise @slaine72 @Enderdeman
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[fieldbox=Rhea, #0080f0, solid]
Click here to reference Rhea.
Ragah: "You're always the fierce one, Rhea."
In spite of herself, Rhea's attention was caught by the whisper in her ear. She could feel her face heating up, and could only hope that her cheeks weren't tinted red. She could explain that she had to be fierce, but he already knew that. Besides, Ragah's tone and smirk led her to believe he meant it in a more teasing and playful way than anything else.
Luckily, before she could get too involved in her thoughts, their captive spoke up. She took note of his sudden fierceness, as well as his improved speech. An act? She wondered, squinting at him. She didn't appreciate being made a fool of, especially by someone as low of a class as a loner.
Ragah and Bastianna left together, haven been given orders to defend their people. She wished she was given the same orders, rather than having to babysit the loner who may or may not be a threat. Her eyes followed Baldur carefully as he knelt down before the loner, offering his name and asking for the same.
Before Rhea could get too bored, Esme spoke to her. At first her only orders were to fetch some food, and she was deeply disappointed, but then Esme added that she should see to the defenses of the village. A smile spread across her lips as she lowered her sword, finally, and nodded. "Of course, Esme."
It didn't take long for Rhea to gather the foods Esme had asked for and returned quickly with them. The coconut, bananas, nuts and carrots were all in a wood woven basket, but the melon would not fit, so Rio would just have to carry those himself. She moved quickly, before Esme could change her mind and have her babysit again, grabbing her bow and twelve arrows before heading out of the Temple of Knowledge.
Before anything else, Rhea calmed down the people who had gathered outside of the temple. "Remain calm," she ordered, her voice even and proud. "I need all women and children to return to their huts. I'll also need at least one man per each hut, though we are not in any danger as of right now. These are just precautions. Please stay in your huts until further notice." She looked around the group once before dismissing them. "Go! And tell anyone you pass!"
Then, she continued to the posts of Bastianna's warriors. She wasn't surprised to see that Bastianna had already ordered them to their positions, but did notice that a few were empty. Even someone as great as Bastianna cannot control all her warriors. Sighing, Rhea decided to take over a post herself, where the gap was the biggest.
Although her expression was serious, Rhea had never been so excited. This is what she was raised to do: defend her people. And if it came to it, she's die doing just that.
@Akashi @Koda @Freyalise @Zarko Straadi
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[fieldbox=Maeve Southernile, #1a9c00, solid]
Click here to reference Maeve.
All logic told Maeve to steer clear of the strangers, but she simply couldn't peel herself away. They wore funny clothes, explored as if they'd never seen a beach, and even fought funnily. Everything they did intrigued her, especially the actions of the would-be warrior (Hal). Her eyes followed him as he met a female coming out of their odd ship, a young boy in tow.
How old are they? She asked herself, eyeing the young child. He can't be much older than eleven cycles. Possibly twelve. She found herself wishing she could hear what they were saying. I could move closer.... no! Mind your curiosity, Maeve, you don't need to die today. Who knows how dangerous they are.
But, they didn't seem dangerous. In fact, they were about the most harmless bunch of human beings she had ever laid eyes upon. She knew toddler grounders who presented more of a threat than these people. Or, at least, she knew toddlers.
Should I be warning the villages? She wondered, looking over her shoulder in the direction the temple was in. No, they must have seen them drop from the sky. If fact they've probably already got people heading out to scope out the place...
She looked around on the ground, and sure enough some movement caught her eyes. She recognized Bastianna and Ragah, though their names had long since been forgotten. She followed her gaze to the strangers by the metallic boxes. She had noticed them several days before, though she hadn't attempted to tamper with them. Actually, during the day they got so hot she could cook her fish on them, but that was about all she used them for. Speaking of fish...
Damn, she thought, her eyes flickering to where she stored her dinner. Had she known how many strangers would come from the ship, and how quickly they were going to spread out, she would have brought her fish with her. But, he dinner was now gone, because there was no way she could retrieve it unnoticed. And, to top it all of, they had landed on her favorite beach to fish in. It was the least dangerous of all he beaches, and now she'd have to go through much more dangerous extremes for a meal.
That's just great, she thought, gaze subconsciously shifting back to Hal. Of all the reefs they could have landed near, it just had to be this one.
@Freyalise @Akashi
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Click here to reference Clary.
Unsurprisingly, Quinn agreed to go find the supplies with Clary. She knew it was too soon, but Clarissa couldn't hope that maybe this could be the makings of a friendship. Or, at least some sort of relationship where she wasn't viewed as a monster. Do these people even know that I'm a murderer? She wondered as the two began walking. Or were they never told about me, since I was in solitary confinement?
When Quinn asked her which way the supplies were, Clary raised a hand and pointed to Kris, who was a few yards ahead of them. "I heard he scoped them out from a tree or something," Clarissa said, "And he's heading to them now. So, I guess we just follow them." Past Kris, she could see the sun reflecting off of something shiny.
I hope the Ark didn't really put everything inside of metal boxes, Clary thought, beginning the trudge towards the supplies. It'll be way too hot to open those on a day like this. Unless throwing water on them would cool them off...
She paused upon hearing her name, turning to see Hal talking to her old friend Adam. Because of the distance she couldn't really hear what he was saying, but she got the gist. Hal wanted Adam to go with them. Great, Clary thought, rolling her eyes and continuing forward. Already, she was getting annoyed with Adam's flirtatious attitude towards every female he encountered. Some boys just don't know how to control themselves.
Clary's hands reached up to her short brown hair, huffing as she wished she had a hair-tie. On the Ark she never had to worry about her hair making her too hot, but down here it was already becoming an issue. She bit her lower lip, eyes focused on Kris and the supposed boxes the whole walk. She thought about striking up a conversation with Quinn, but decided against it. She didn't really have anything to talk about.
Before too long, they caught up with Kris at the boxes. Just as she had feared, they were made of metal. She knew that there wasn't really anything else the Ark could have made these boxes out of, except for some wood even though that was limited on the Ark, but she was still upset to see they were metal. Curiously, she reached out and touched it, instantly drawing her hand back. "They're too hot," she stated the obvious. "Now what?"
@Akashi @Freyalise @slaine72 @Enderdeman
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[fieldbox=Rhea, #0080f0, solid]
Click here to reference Rhea.
Ragah: "You're always the fierce one, Rhea."
In spite of herself, Rhea's attention was caught by the whisper in her ear. She could feel her face heating up, and could only hope that her cheeks weren't tinted red. She could explain that she had to be fierce, but he already knew that. Besides, Ragah's tone and smirk led her to believe he meant it in a more teasing and playful way than anything else.
Luckily, before she could get too involved in her thoughts, their captive spoke up. She took note of his sudden fierceness, as well as his improved speech. An act? She wondered, squinting at him. She didn't appreciate being made a fool of, especially by someone as low of a class as a loner.
Ragah and Bastianna left together, haven been given orders to defend their people. She wished she was given the same orders, rather than having to babysit the loner who may or may not be a threat. Her eyes followed Baldur carefully as he knelt down before the loner, offering his name and asking for the same.
Before Rhea could get too bored, Esme spoke to her. At first her only orders were to fetch some food, and she was deeply disappointed, but then Esme added that she should see to the defenses of the village. A smile spread across her lips as she lowered her sword, finally, and nodded. "Of course, Esme."
It didn't take long for Rhea to gather the foods Esme had asked for and returned quickly with them. The coconut, bananas, nuts and carrots were all in a wood woven basket, but the melon would not fit, so Rio would just have to carry those himself. She moved quickly, before Esme could change her mind and have her babysit again, grabbing her bow and twelve arrows before heading out of the Temple of Knowledge.
Before anything else, Rhea calmed down the people who had gathered outside of the temple. "Remain calm," she ordered, her voice even and proud. "I need all women and children to return to their huts. I'll also need at least one man per each hut, though we are not in any danger as of right now. These are just precautions. Please stay in your huts until further notice." She looked around the group once before dismissing them. "Go! And tell anyone you pass!"
Then, she continued to the posts of Bastianna's warriors. She wasn't surprised to see that Bastianna had already ordered them to their positions, but did notice that a few were empty. Even someone as great as Bastianna cannot control all her warriors. Sighing, Rhea decided to take over a post herself, where the gap was the biggest.
Although her expression was serious, Rhea had never been so excited. This is what she was raised to do: defend her people. And if it came to it, she's die doing just that.
@Akashi @Koda @Freyalise @Zarko Straadi
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[fieldbox=Maeve Southernile, #1a9c00, solid]
Click here to reference Maeve.
All logic told Maeve to steer clear of the strangers, but she simply couldn't peel herself away. They wore funny clothes, explored as if they'd never seen a beach, and even fought funnily. Everything they did intrigued her, especially the actions of the would-be warrior (Hal). Her eyes followed him as he met a female coming out of their odd ship, a young boy in tow.
How old are they? She asked herself, eyeing the young child. He can't be much older than eleven cycles. Possibly twelve. She found herself wishing she could hear what they were saying. I could move closer.... no! Mind your curiosity, Maeve, you don't need to die today. Who knows how dangerous they are.
But, they didn't seem dangerous. In fact, they were about the most harmless bunch of human beings she had ever laid eyes upon. She knew toddler grounders who presented more of a threat than these people. Or, at least, she knew toddlers.
Should I be warning the villages? She wondered, looking over her shoulder in the direction the temple was in. No, they must have seen them drop from the sky. If fact they've probably already got people heading out to scope out the place...
She looked around on the ground, and sure enough some movement caught her eyes. She recognized Bastianna and Ragah, though their names had long since been forgotten. She followed her gaze to the strangers by the metallic boxes. She had noticed them several days before, though she hadn't attempted to tamper with them. Actually, during the day they got so hot she could cook her fish on them, but that was about all she used them for. Speaking of fish...
Damn, she thought, her eyes flickering to where she stored her dinner. Had she known how many strangers would come from the ship, and how quickly they were going to spread out, she would have brought her fish with her. But, he dinner was now gone, because there was no way she could retrieve it unnoticed. And, to top it all of, they had landed on her favorite beach to fish in. It was the least dangerous of all he beaches, and now she'd have to go through much more dangerous extremes for a meal.
That's just great, she thought, gaze subconsciously shifting back to Hal. Of all the reefs they could have landed near, it just had to be this one.
@Freyalise @Akashi
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