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[sharpshooterpaladin]

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. ]

Comments

[clawandscars]

[Tsume takes another bite of the rabbit and this time the crack of bone as he breaks through it is clearly heard. He makes Lance wait until he's done to answer him. He can smell how nervous this guy is. That's good. It soothes the instincts in Tsume that always want to be the top predator.]

No.

[Laconic doesn't even seem to begin to cover it with this guy. There's just something a little...off about him. Maybe it's because he stands perfectly still. People, they fidget, even when they try to be still. A finger twitches, they blink a little too much, signs like that. Tsume has the perfect stillness of an animal used to lying in wait for long periods of time.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ The crack of bone makes Lance jump a little bit, try as he might to suppress it, but Tsume gives him plenty of time to compose himself - or rather, to get fed up with the intimidation. He frowns at the monosyllabic answer. ]

Okay.

[ Rather than more nervous, Lance feels himself getting calmer, or at least, mor resolved. Without even thinking about it, his shoulders are squared, his jaw is set. ] Just one more thing and I'll leave you to your... [ a glance at the rabbit, ] meal. Are you from here?

[clawandscars]

[He takes another bite of rabbit. There's not too much left on it beside a few bones, scraggly bits of meat, and the hide. Tsume was hungry. He swallows down one of the strips before answering. His answer is slightly longer this time.]

No. The place I came from-- [He pauses, a faraway look in his eyes.] --it was dying.

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ In an effort to look anywhere but the rabbit remains, Lance finally notices the pawprints. It's odd, isn't it? He can't see any footprints that fit the guy he's seeing.

But the answer he gets, surprisingly much longer than the simple yes or no he expected, immediately makes him look at Tsume again. Despite the weirdness about him, Lance can't help feeling genuine sympathy. ] Oh... I'm sorry.

[clawandscars]

Don't be. Everything dies eventually.

[He has doubts he'll even make it to Paradise. He knows for a fact he's not the Chosen One. That role has always been Kiba's. He takes one more large chomp of the rabbit, stripping it of the last of its meat. He lets it fall to the ground as though he's completely forgotten about it now that it's no longer of use to him.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

I guess. [ Even planets. Even stars. ] But it's natural to want to survive, right?

[ And it's natural, he thinks, to be upset about loss. ]

[clawandscars]

If you don't want to survive, you're dead already.

[He'd been told that by Kiba once. At the time, he hadn't really agreed with the white wolf, but as time had gone on, he'd realized that the other wolf was right. Living was its own reward.]