2b_ornot_2b: (and wear them forever)
2B. ([personal profile] 2b_ornot_2b) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2019-08-14 08:59 am

Sirens And Camping And Orbs, Oh My

Who: 2B, Beau, Keith, and Shepard
What: The Gang Starts The Apocalypse.
When: August 11th and 12th
Where: Nastrandir E4 and F4
Warnings: everybody in this party got the booty, they do.

Their journey begins at dawn, but doesn't really get interesting until midday. Muddy woodlands prove both difficult to traverse and full of secrets, with tools and minerals to scavange, and an odd structure to inspect.

It's gonna make for great camping in the evening, that's for sure.

The next day is when things truly become interesting. There's ruins to explore, a shadow of what this place may have once been, though that's hardly enough to stop them from attempting to scavenge some more... not that there's much to find.

But hey. At least they find a super creepy orb to chat about, so that's nice and absolutely not set to trigger a worldwide mental breakdown!


[Top level at will my guys, make sure to mark if you're good for brief threadjacks, since we'll all be close by each other!]
lesbeau: (« [Surprise] ???)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-09-12 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[She files away that info in her head- just stuff she can't take action on now, but might be able to eventually. She's stepping to the frame, testing it's sturdiness with a nudge of the back of her hand when she sees Keith headed somewhere specific. Beau creeps back, eyes searching the area with deft intent.]

But the pool you all were in. That wasn't a god itself, right? You can't just go inside a god.

[I mean, maybe some you can. Uka'toa did always seem big on that 'consume' topic. But the words are idle as she shifts her head back and forth, and then quickly dons the goggles tied to her waist.]

Hey. Something's here. Reflecting light.

[In a way books decidedly don't.]
thermalwind: (You got ten to set up)

[personal profile] thermalwind 2019-09-12 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know what isn't possible for a god. [Then all words are forgotten and Keith goes entirely still and focused. Like a predatory cat his eyes track the faint flicker of light. He moves slowly, each movement measured and precise. The point of his blade presses into the slot between two ruined books.

He moves it to the left beyond the blade is a strange orb with flickering light. Keith shifts to the side to give her room to take a look as he draws his blade back away from the object. He keeps it in hand ready to lift it in defense or to kill.]
It looks like one of the orbs.
lesbeau: (« [Look] d u d e)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-09-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[She goes quiet as she does the same, the goggles affording her the low-light vision she naturally lacks. It's about getting the right angle, and she shuffles a bit to the side so a sunbeam hits the glasses and bounces off of... whatever the hell. But once it's revealed, she snakes in close, taking a peek as she tilts the goggles onto her forehead.]

Shit, yeah. That's one of those things.

[Beau gathers up the hanging sash from her waist, taking the long ends and covering her hands with them to lift it out. She's gentle, but the spiraling cracks and weird buzzing are really not a good sign.]

Well that's weird. Guess you can damage those.
thermalwind: (??)

[personal profile] thermalwind 2019-09-20 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
What could even do that? Crashing to the floor? [Keith turns and leans forward to see the orb a little better. He studies the flickering lightning and tilts his head to listen to the buzzing sound issuing forth.]

It isn’t just me hearing that sound is it? Sounds like radio static. Are these things wirelessly projecting the memories? [He should get his scanner fixed. It would solve so many problems or it wouldn’t. He frowns and leans closer like a cat watching prey.]

I can’t tell what damaged it.
lesbeau: (« [Concern] no hard feelings yeah)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-09-23 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't know what a radio is, so she can't comment on that much. But she is lifting it up, turning it over gently, using the sash to roll it around.]

Maybe this is what happens if you throw it in fire. Coulda gotten burned. The stuff underwater wouldn't have dealt with that sort of thing, but it probably went through a lot of falling.

[Okay, note-- don't put that shit in fire. Or as much as she'd suspect.]

Should probably get it out of here so it doesn't break and do some weird bullshit.
thermalwind: (We’re picking up pugs?)

[personal profile] thermalwind 2019-09-24 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Might have been fire damage. Whatever did that damage, blackened the stone and that takes a lot of heat to do. [Keith rises to his feet and puts his weapon away. He doesn't even want to risk harming the orb.]

Anyway, yeah. We should get back to the rest of the group and talk about this.

[He makes a hand signal and his wolf by the door rises to his feet and waits for them to emerge.]
lesbeau: (« [Thought] quiet memory)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-09-26 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, Beau's being damn careful on this one. She figures she'll roll it in her bedroll and get it back in her pack.]

Yeah. We should let 'em know. Make sure it doesn't stay here and get blasted by some idiot.

[Little do they know, this was... well, inevitable. As much as they tried.]
thermalwind: (when cover takes you out)

[personal profile] thermalwind 2019-09-30 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
We’ll keep it as safe as possible. [Keith agrees, as he steps out of the building and past his wolf ally. The great beast glances back at Beau and huffs.

None of them know what is ahead . If they had Keith would have tossed it into the sea.]


You have what you need to cushion it?
lesbeau: (« [What] alright im lost af)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-10-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[She thinks she would have, too. Beau transfers it to one hand, using the other to pick at where the sash is tied. After two or three pulls, the knot comes loose, and she pulls it off her waist to start tying it up.]

Yeah, for now. Got some better stuff at the house. Just gonna carry it.

[She looks like a mom carrying a baby, if anything about Beau could be described as motherly. At least it wasn't just thrown in a bag.]