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fablelands2018-10-12 12:58 pm
sharpshooterpaladin) wrote in fablelands2018-10-12 12:58 pm
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open log!
Who: Lance and anyone!
What: Arriving, mostly, and trying to find people and not die.
Where: Northern Drifts and then the Lake area.
When: Early/middle of October
Warnings: None so far!
Northern Drifts:
[ What wakes him was the cold. Lance hadn't had the luck to be dropped indoors, and while his armor keeps him safe from pretty extreme temperatures, he doesn't have a helmet at the moment, so his face is getting snowed on. Snowed on. He's not used to snow! Not even a little!
After minimal time of getting his bearings, which is mostly to say, to his feet, he starts calling out for his teammates. ] What the... guys?! Keith? Hunk, Pidge, Allura? ... Anyone?
[ Resounding, snow-blanketed silence. He only briefly scans the contents of the pack, noticing his clothes and the rations, but not much else beyond that. It alarms him a little, after a moment, that it seems he's unarmed. He can't find his weapon, and the communicator on his suit's not working... but he also hasn't seen anything hostile yet. So he slings his pack over his shoulders and starts searching, picking a direction and sticking to it as much as he's able.
Once he gets to the cabins, he starts knocking on doors, and opening them when there's no answer, but nothing here really seems lived in. Periodically he still calls out a name or two, but the longer he keeps trying, the more he loses hope of anyone answering.
Eventually he slumps against a cabin wall, sighing, looking up at the sky. ] Come on...
The Great Lake:
[ The way is both longer and shorter than he expected. The climate changes so abruptly it kind of confuses him, but the snow gives way to green and then there's water. And there's people-- at least he's pretty sure he saw a someone or two on the banks of the lake, just too far away for him to recognize, or even be sure whether or not they're human.
So now he's having a field day using his jetpack to hop from tall tree to tall tree, keeping a vantage point and trying to find out where people might live around here. Of course that's not exactly a subtle approach. ]
What: Arriving, mostly, and trying to find people and not die.
Where: Northern Drifts and then the Lake area.
When: Early/middle of October
Warnings: None so far!
Northern Drifts:
[ What wakes him was the cold. Lance hadn't had the luck to be dropped indoors, and while his armor keeps him safe from pretty extreme temperatures, he doesn't have a helmet at the moment, so his face is getting snowed on. Snowed on. He's not used to snow! Not even a little!
After minimal time of getting his bearings, which is mostly to say, to his feet, he starts calling out for his teammates. ] What the... guys?! Keith? Hunk, Pidge, Allura? ... Anyone?
[ Resounding, snow-blanketed silence. He only briefly scans the contents of the pack, noticing his clothes and the rations, but not much else beyond that. It alarms him a little, after a moment, that it seems he's unarmed. He can't find his weapon, and the communicator on his suit's not working... but he also hasn't seen anything hostile yet. So he slings his pack over his shoulders and starts searching, picking a direction and sticking to it as much as he's able.
Once he gets to the cabins, he starts knocking on doors, and opening them when there's no answer, but nothing here really seems lived in. Periodically he still calls out a name or two, but the longer he keeps trying, the more he loses hope of anyone answering.
Eventually he slumps against a cabin wall, sighing, looking up at the sky. ] Come on...
The Great Lake:
[ The way is both longer and shorter than he expected. The climate changes so abruptly it kind of confuses him, but the snow gives way to green and then there's water. And there's people-- at least he's pretty sure he saw a someone or two on the banks of the lake, just too far away for him to recognize, or even be sure whether or not they're human.
So now he's having a field day using his jetpack to hop from tall tree to tall tree, keeping a vantage point and trying to find out where people might live around here. Of course that's not exactly a subtle approach. ]
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You can probably answer this one.
[She's annoyed, but not yelling anymore. That's a step in the right direction, probably, or looks like it. But it's mostly that since he's come down here, she doesn't feel a need to yell at him. But that could always change.]
The hell is that?
[She raises her gauntlet and points at the jetpack. Being a Servant means she was summoned with the knowledge to exist in that era, so cars, sure. Airplanes, yeah, she gets those. But jetpacks? Nope, they didn't have those as far as she knows.]
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No more yelling is a step up, though the question confuses him for a second before it computes - he's so used to dealing with people who also travel around space these days. ] What... oh, that? It's my armor, I mean, the jetpack is part of it.
[ At least the solid-looking plates make it fairly recognizably armor, even if it's not the shiny full plate she's wearing. And because Lance is good at digging his own grave, he just kind of presumes it's his turn to ask something now. ]
Do you have any idea where we are?
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Not a clue. Wish I did, otherwise I'd probably know how to get back to where I was.
[And she definitely has more questions about that jetpack, but she'll ask something else instead. She's pretty sure the answer's no, but it probably can't hurt to ask. And since this takes priority, she's not going to bite his head off for asking questions of his own. Not yet anyways.]
Since we're trading questions, have you seen a guy in a black jacket around? Pretty tall, scars on his face, might be carrying a shotgun?
[She knows that sounds bad, but there's really not a better way to describe her Master without him sounding like some sort of intimidating thug. He's not, he just kind of looks like one.]
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[ And that's honestly bad enough. There has to be someone living here, right? ] Uh, going out on a limb here but I'm guessing you haven't seen any giant robot lions around. [ He'd ask about his teammates first, but if she's never seen the armor she probably hasn't seen the others either.
... He only realizes that that's kind of an outlandish thing to ask after it's already out of his mouth. Welp. ]
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Figures. Hey, wait, a giant robot lion?
[Kind of a delayed reaction there, but it took a second for her brain to actually catch up with what she heard.]
Hey, you're not screwing with me are you?
[Suddenly her temper flares up a little, and she'll angrily point at him.]
I asked you a serious question and you're asking me about something like that?
[Look she can allow the jetpack, she can see it, it's got to exist, but a giant robot lion sounds way too cool to actually exist. Not that she'll admit that much, but that's her line of thinking on the subject.]
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Look, okay I know it sounds weird, but it's a serious question! They're, like, way easier to spot than people, and it'd mean my teammates were around.
[ If only he knew that Mordred thinks giant robot lions are really cool. ]
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Then no, I haven't seen any lion robots. Giant or otherwise.
[She's still not buying it.]
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Which means it's the other guy(?)'s turn now, right? ]
So, uh. Was there anything else you wanted to ask?
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Yeah, I've got a bunch, but if you have answers to them, I'd be surprised.
[She's really not expecting him to know what's going on or where they are or any of that. If he did, he wouldn't be out here jetpacking around scouting the area. And since she's frustrated with all of this, she'll turn and kick at one of the trees, leaving a sizeable dent in it from her armored boot.]
This whole thing's a bunch of crap, I don't have time to be transported to some mysterious land and just left here! The least whatever brought us here could do is show itself.
[She feels insulted by the whole thing actually. She has no idea who anyone else, but she's a Knight of Round Table, or was, so clearly it, because she's sure there's something or someone behind all this, should at least do her the courtesy of a personal introduction.]
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And then does a doubletake, because that's a lot of damage from a kick like that. He blinks at her.
Okay.
Quick reassessment, he's pretty sure whoever's in that armor can't be human, because humans can't do that that easily. Okay then. But there's more words, so clearly it's time to answer those for now. ] Y-yeah, agreed. I got places to be too. There's not even anyone living around here that I've seen. Like, some cabins at the base of the mountains where I woke up, but half of them were falling apart. This whole place is useless.
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I noticed that too. Where the hell did the people go? There's no real signs they moved and it didn't look like anything attacked those cabins either.
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Yeah, I'm no expert but the only thing that happened to the cabins I passed was time and decay, I'm pretty sure. If they left, at least that'd be a reason why there wasn't anything in there. But that doesn't explain the other stuff. Like the backpack.
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I don't get that either. When I woke up, I thought this was some kind of attack, like an enemy Servant or something, but who brings you somewhere weird and then gives you a backpack?
[None of this makes any sense to her.]
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Wait wait wait wait, back up. Enemy... Servant? [ He's not sure how to eloquently phrase the entire question. Which means he just says, ] Huh?
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[That's not an explanation, but Grail War mechanics are already confusing. An explanation from her will only add to the confusion. And her explanation's not exactly right because technically Jeanne's group would be the good guys, the other group would be the bad guys and Mordred and her Master are kind of in it for personal gain at this point. But yeah that just confuses the whole thing, so she's not going over that to a stranger.]
Just take my word for it that it's not that, all right? Because I'd know.
[There. All handled. Or at least she thinks so.]
I can't believe that worked.
And then relents. ]
You know what? Fair enough. [ Gestures vaguely. ] Basically it doesn't seem like it's anything either of us is familiar with.
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Yeah. And I'm familiar with a lot, so that's saying something.
[This isn't a contest and she's already kind of pointed out of that she's dealt with some weird stuff what with her looking for that guy with that sounds like he should have a mugshot somewhere, but she kind of feels the need to stress that to the jetpack guy who might have a giant robot lion. Which she still doesn't buy, but you know, just in case he does.]