Ruins Mingle Log!

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Newt Geiszler ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?



The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.


[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

Comments

[souldeterminant]

[They sidestep to allow her room to get to her feet. Their eyes are on the improvised crutches, and they lean forward a little, as if preparing themself for the crutches to fail, but they say nothing of their concern. Once she's upright, they simply turn, looking this way and that into the thick jungle foliage.]

[Honestly, they haven't a clue. Just picking a direction and going doesn't sound too smart.]

[Frisk reaches underneath the hem of their sweater and draws out a knife with a butterfly wing carved into its spine, allowing it to hang at their side.]

The beach is that way. [They point with their free hand.] We should go away from it.

[boundwitch]

That is a very pretty knife. [Sieglinde is the sort of girl who notices things like that, and she's also the sort of girl who goes charging off into the forest on a whim and the suggestion of a plan. Or, she would be, if she were in her home and if Wolf were here. But he's not, so that necessitates a need to formulate an actual plan.]

If we walked around the island, we will be able to find a stream emptying into the ocean. [She crinkles her nose, and dismisses the option.] However, I do not want to walk around the entire perimeter.

[souldeterminant]

Thanks.

[It was a gift.]

[They look around, their mouth thinning in slight frustration. They're a bit overwhelmed, honestly. It's one thing to wander when the path ahead of you is mostly linear... they've never had this much freedom before. They don't want to walk around the entire perimeter either, though.]

[A thought occurs to them.]

Let's go around the whole ruins first.

[Civilization builds next to water or something, right? They're pretty sure that was a thing in school. And broken-down ruins hardly constitute as "civilization", but they're working with what they've got here.]

[boundwitch]

You have the knife, you need to go first. [Oh, but before that... introductions.]

I am Sieglinde Sullivan, who are you?

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk is more hesitant to actually use their knife than they'd like Sieglinde to believe. However, there's no hesitation in placing themself at point; if anything, they're moving before she even finishes her sentence, taking the lead in the first few steps. Their pace is slow to start with, unsure of how quickly she can travel.]

[Their answer, too, is as brisk as it is a complete lie.]

Kittu.

Stay close.

[boundwitch]

[She isn't expecting any kind of attack, the knife is more for cutting through jungle foliage than for fighting animals (they're both small and easily overpowered if anything were to attack).

Sieglinde does her best to stay close, but she is not fast. She is stubborn though, full of a focused perseverance that always pushes her onward. Sieglinde is not a person who accepts defeat.]

I have never heard a name like that before. Where are you from?

[souldeterminant]

[Frisk is entirely nothing if not patient. They wait for her as needed, taking only several steps at a time, their puff of frizzy hair bobbing as their head turns this way and that to survey their surroundings. It gives them an excuse, at least, to look distracted enough that it's not so odd for them to leave her question unanswered for a time.]

[Finally, resigned to their lack of skill in detailed lie-crafting, Frisk opts to continue with half-truths.]

The mountains.

[boundwitch]

Which mountains? [Sieglinde asks, irrepressibly curious as she follows Frisk.]

I am from Wolfsschlucht, in the Werewolves Forest in Germany.