arrival / hitting the road [ Lucy Stillman has seen a lot over the years, whether it be historical or concerning the Animus and any test subjects Vidic would bring in for them to, more or less, kill. Yet it doesn't prepare her for this, the space travel; stepping through this thing they call the Ingress, being met with a lifeless land. Dark, empty, a wasteland—it sends a chill through her, one that isn't so pleasant nor is it welcome.
Hugging her arms to herself to ward off the unnerving sensation that all of this is going to go terribly wrong, Lucy looks around at the others. Everyone is unfamiliar to her. She hasn't been here long, there's no one to call a friend. No one to trust, but trust is for fools. She'd learned that a long time ago.
Mostly everyone seems either as confused and lost as she is or else shocked, outraged, disbelieving to the fact that they'd been tricked by these Savrii. That seems to be the general census from the murmurs and raised voices.
After standing around and staring, half listening to everyone, wondering where to go from here as she's got the clothes on her back and nothing else, it's time to put one foot forward and move— ]
Oh—sorry. [ Sorry, stranger. She'd basically full on walked right into you. ] I should be watching where I'm going. Kind of pointless though when you don't really know where to go in the first place.
storm front ...hello?
[ Darkness surrounds her. The storm had worsened to the point that it had pushed her to seek out shelter. Without food and water, what was she to do? Where was she to go? There may have been one or two that she'd bumped into initially, soon after passing through the Ingress, but to know where they'd ventured off now? Lucy can't say.
Her voice sounds loud, now that the storm has passed, the call of a greeting echoing in her head. She feels numb, she's shivering. There'd been no rain, only the brilliance of blinding streaks of lightning and deafening claps and the rumbling of thunder. She'd felt like she'd been a part of the storm, caught in the middle, and with it now passing she was floundering, unsteady.
What was going on?
Panic begins to sink its claws in. ]
Hello? Is anyone... [ Is anyone there?
Her eyes are open, she can feel herself blink. Sight is lost to her. How?
A rock catches at her foot as she's blindly moving forward, trying to uselessly retrace her steps, and she drops hard to all fours, hissing out an oath. The strain on her left wrist as she meets the ground sends a jolt of pain up into her arm, something else she doesn't need right now.
Thanks, Savrii. Greatest fucking welcome party ever, said no one.
This is karma, bad karma. Karma for what she'd done to Clay, to Desmond, to the others.
Sitting back, legs folded under her and hands clenched into fists over them, frustrated and trying hard to keep herself in check, Lucy then shouts because, what has she got to lose at this point? ]
Is anyone out there?
[ The demand wavers; who knows what or who will answer. ]
Lucy Stillman | ota
[ Lucy Stillman has seen a lot over the years, whether it be historical or concerning the Animus and any test subjects Vidic would bring in for them to, more or less, kill. Yet it doesn't prepare her for this, the space travel; stepping through this thing they call the Ingress, being met with a lifeless land. Dark, empty, a wasteland—it sends a chill through her, one that isn't so pleasant nor is it welcome.
Hugging her arms to herself to ward off the unnerving sensation that all of this is going to go terribly wrong, Lucy looks around at the others. Everyone is unfamiliar to her. She hasn't been here long, there's no one to call a friend. No one to trust, but trust is for fools. She'd learned that a long time ago.
Mostly everyone seems either as confused and lost as she is or else shocked, outraged, disbelieving to the fact that they'd been tricked by these Savrii. That seems to be the general census from the murmurs and raised voices.
After standing around and staring, half listening to everyone, wondering where to go from here as she's got the clothes on her back and nothing else, it's time to put one foot forward and move— ]
Oh—sorry. [ Sorry, stranger. She'd basically full on walked right into you. ] I should be watching where I'm going. Kind of pointless though when you don't really know where to go in the first place.
storm front
...hello?
[ Darkness surrounds her. The storm had worsened to the point that it had pushed her to seek out shelter. Without food and water, what was she to do? Where was she to go? There may have been one or two that she'd bumped into initially, soon after passing through the Ingress, but to know where they'd ventured off now? Lucy can't say.
Her voice sounds loud, now that the storm has passed, the call of a greeting echoing in her head. She feels numb, she's shivering. There'd been no rain, only the brilliance of blinding streaks of lightning and deafening claps and the rumbling of thunder. She'd felt like she'd been a part of the storm, caught in the middle, and with it now passing she was floundering, unsteady.
What was going on?
Panic begins to sink its claws in. ]
Hello? Is anyone... [ Is anyone there?
Her eyes are open, she can feel herself blink. Sight is lost to her. How?
A rock catches at her foot as she's blindly moving forward, trying to uselessly retrace her steps, and she drops hard to all fours, hissing out an oath. The strain on her left wrist as she meets the ground sends a jolt of pain up into her arm, something else she doesn't need right now.
Thanks, Savrii. Greatest fucking welcome party ever, said no one.
This is karma, bad karma. Karma for what she'd done to Clay, to Desmond, to the others.
Sitting back, legs folded under her and hands clenched into fists over them, frustrated and trying hard to keep herself in check, Lucy then shouts because, what has she got to lose at this point? ]
Is anyone out there?
[ The demand wavers; who knows what or who will answer. ]