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[aberrant_type]

Who: HANGE!!! GArak, Coil and Zhas
Broadcast: none
Action: closed to Red Fish crew
When: sometime... when they're in range of the planet... after whenever the waystation mingle goes up...?

[She'll take a look at the spa later - after slowly going a little stir-crazy on the ship, Hange wouldn't close herself in another building (no matter how luxurious) by choice.

Now, just as she's been, she prowls and paces along the edge of the forest, looking in. She looks excited: her eyes wide, pupils dilated, grinning absentmindedly. The movement never quite stops. The whoops and cries of distant birds or other, more alien things; the smell of wet ground and the rustle of leaves... it's like home, just like home, just like being at home, all she needs is her 3DMG and her horse and her squad. If only.

Hange will head in soon. She's seen that path and - it could be a trap, but her nature is way too direct to pass up so courteous an invitation. Soon enough...]

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[aberrant_type]

[Hange stalks for the edge of the trail and it seems like she might actually leave it, but she stops just short of going that far and stares up into the trees.

If Coil follows her gaze he can see people up near the canopy, some of them lower - the metallic sounds the scrolling of wire against metal, or swords being drawn. Enormous figures just like the ones that came so close to running them down lumber amongst the trunks. The humans are putting up a good fight, but they're slowly and surely being demolished by grabbing hands and crushing jaws, the shouts of panic evidence of which way the battle's going. The green cloaks are visible, fluttering as the scouts swing from tree to tree; there's the occasional flash of light as a wire catches the sun in a line of silver.

Hange raises her fingers to her mouth and whistles, long, loud, ringing through the trees.]

[mortalcoil]

[and Coil just watches--tense and quietly stressed. not so much caught up in concern for the casualties, but concern for the sanities of the two still on the path.

he's still feeling deeply disturbed over actually being convinced by illusions. this is not supposed to happen.]

[aberrant_type]

[When nothing happens she whistles again, and again. She doesn't... expect anything to happen, exactly - but she couldn't possibly not test it. Not when the lives of comrades are potentially at stake.

The titans eat humans like popcorn, tossing them back easily. The forces in the trees dwindle down to nothing and the titans turn and walk towards the path. They're deformed in new and interesting ways different from the last group, who apparently wandered off... somewhere.

Hange tenses but steps back. Anger hangs around her in a pulsing cloud, although it's controlled.]

That should've brought in a horse if there were any out there.

[mortalcoil]

[he's distantly relieved, but only because he hopes that this means she can give up on this scene and leave it behind.

and to reinforce the point, he takes a step back and nods toward the rest of the path. poised to move.

let's just go.]

[aberrant_type]

[she steps his way, though she isn't looking at him or the trail. She's still staring at where the scouts were, as if through force of will she could make them reappear, even if there wouldn't be much left but... Well. The pieces. This is all so wrong. She craves being home with a feeling like thirst.

but, fine. She's walking. She's walking.]

[mortalcoil]

[yes good. as soon as he's sure that she's moving, he continues on. he'll lead the way if need be.

maybe speed is the key--get moving and find the end before something else can catch them.]

[aberrant_type]

[He can take the lead if he wants, though Hange is restored to her former respectable clip. Maybe she's thinking the same thing he is. If they can just plow through these woods as fast as possible... although it'd be fascinating to study this phenomenon more, it'll be a sweet reward to reach the end of the path. Since clearly, the trees are trying to distract them.]