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thearena2015-05-26 01:25 pm
dreadinquisitor) wrote in thearena2015-05-26 01:25 pm
Mountains are crumbling like statues of clay.
Who| The Thedosians & Friends
What| Reuniting and Planning
Where| In the area of the Cornucopia
When| Late evening/night, the first night
Warnings/Notes| Open to all Thedosians and allies who are interested in reuniting post-Cornucopia and plotting out next moves together. This will function like the War Room posts in the Capitol: tag Maxwell, enter into the "planning" catch-all starter, or talk amongst yourselves! If you'd rather your character remain separate, feel free to say they missed this!
Maxwell convinced Shepard to wait until the sun began to sink before he made his move. It had been hours since they'd tucked themselves into the little, bowed house at the edge of the village. Longer still since the troll-child, Karkat, had passed.
The sounds of the blood-bath at the makeshift Cornucopia had faded and died, and an eery hush had fallen, broken only rarely by speech. Far more often it was the house, creaking and groaning around them, squeaking beneath them as they moved about, spending the last of their adrenaline and rage and worry in pacing and checking the ramshackle rooms for anything that might be of use.
There wasn't much. A dirty, chipped cup. A few rusted utensils. A straw-hewn bed, torn full of holes by rodents and an old blanket, still wet green with mold in the folds of the fabric. But without knowing how the Cornucopia went for the others, it was difficult to pass up anything.
Piling it together, they'd waited. Then, finally, Maxwell moved.
As the sky had began to shift from ashen grey, to steel, and then slowly to coal, he clambered onto the sill of one of the open windows and hauled himself as carefully as he could up onto the roof. The wood complained and sank threatening beneath his boots, but it held.
He'd wrapped the silly little cap Jolie had given him around the Anchor to try and disguise it, but he unwrapped it then. The others from the Inquisition would know it for what it was, he was certain, and hopefully the rest would have heard enough about it or were with someone who had.
Holding up his arm, he opened his hand and the ghostly green light spilled free.
What| Reuniting and Planning
Where| In the area of the Cornucopia
When| Late evening/night, the first night
Warnings/Notes| Open to all Thedosians and allies who are interested in reuniting post-Cornucopia and plotting out next moves together. This will function like the War Room posts in the Capitol: tag Maxwell, enter into the "planning" catch-all starter, or talk amongst yourselves! If you'd rather your character remain separate, feel free to say they missed this!
Maxwell convinced Shepard to wait until the sun began to sink before he made his move. It had been hours since they'd tucked themselves into the little, bowed house at the edge of the village. Longer still since the troll-child, Karkat, had passed.
The sounds of the blood-bath at the makeshift Cornucopia had faded and died, and an eery hush had fallen, broken only rarely by speech. Far more often it was the house, creaking and groaning around them, squeaking beneath them as they moved about, spending the last of their adrenaline and rage and worry in pacing and checking the ramshackle rooms for anything that might be of use.
There wasn't much. A dirty, chipped cup. A few rusted utensils. A straw-hewn bed, torn full of holes by rodents and an old blanket, still wet green with mold in the folds of the fabric. But without knowing how the Cornucopia went for the others, it was difficult to pass up anything.
Piling it together, they'd waited. Then, finally, Maxwell moved.
As the sky had began to shift from ashen grey, to steel, and then slowly to coal, he clambered onto the sill of one of the open windows and hauled himself as carefully as he could up onto the roof. The wood complained and sank threatening beneath his boots, but it held.
He'd wrapped the silly little cap Jolie had given him around the Anchor to try and disguise it, but he unwrapped it then. The others from the Inquisition would know it for what it was, he was certain, and hopefully the rest would have heard enough about it or were with someone who had.
Holding up his arm, he opened his hand and the ghostly green light spilled free.
Cullen - Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide open
After the deaths are announced, he stares up at the sky with a faint frown on his face, arms crossed over his chest.
"Anyone still unaccounted for?" he asks into the air around him. At least they know what happened to Bull.
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During one arena, Garrus had rigged what amounted to a chain-bomb out of a series of derelict combustion engines and a half-bottle of vodka. Despite his legendary resolve and sniper's patience, Shepard doubted any signal he gave would be subtle.
Shepard busied herself in the meantime with tearing the brim off her annoying hat to remove the wire. It would live again as something less annoying.
"Unless you saw something and didn't tell anybody?"
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'Loose Canon' was putting it mildly.
"What's your plan? It'll be you and her, I assume-- at least."
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He knows such a big group will be a target, but one or two people alone are very vulnerable.
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A lot of hunters made for a lot of meat, but only if they didn't drive off what little there was. And, in this case, that didn't look like much. You're kind, Cullen, and practical enough-- Shepard offers him a smile for his certainty.
"Should I assume I'll be welcome back, if we run into each other again?"
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So please don't bring a psycho into their midst, okay Shep?
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Now, how exactly is she going to not bring a psycho back, when she is kind of a psycho, Cullen?