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driftfleet2017-10-28 06:24 pm
trudge) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-28 06:24 pm
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a hell of a show
Who: Rowan Cousland && Anyone planetside && Anyone on the Bishop
Broadcast: Nay
Action: Aboard the remains of the Bishop and the literal hell of the planet
When: Right meow
THE BISHOP (arrival)
[ A lot of things happen at once when Rowan opens his eyes. First, he's immediately accosted by the heavy feeling in his head, like a figurative weight has settled upon his skull with all the knowledge he was just entrusted with upon arrival. The second is the barrage of confetti, accompanying music, and the tray of treats that looks hilariously out of place in the clearly damaged and broken ship around him. And the third is his lingering realization that, last he checked, he was supposed to be dead. Was this where you went when you died? Where you truly went? To space? Because that's weird. Weirder than the usual Thedosian beliefs.
After the initial surprise, he moves to walk around the ship - or what parts of it remain intact, hoping for some kind of life to be found besides his own. He has so many questions. Like, for instance, why the hell can't he catch a break even in death? And also, is this thing supposed to be in a dozen pieces, or was that an aesthetic choice? Why is this planet red? Hello? ]
PLANETSIDE (balls deep in danger pt. 1: is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?)
[ Let's say someone warned him about the potential dangers of wandering aimlessly through the dense forests of the planet. And let's say that that Rowan probably didn't listen to them. Sure, he doesn't have his daggers or his bow on him but you can fashion stabby-things out of nearly anything if you're smart enough. He ends up doing just that, eventually making a pair of shivs out of some stray pieces of metal and cloth. Not the fanciest thing, but it'll get the job done.
The Vieziri have the upper hand with their superior knowledge of the planet, but Rowan isn't a novice when it comes to stealth and recon. And honestly the only thing that keeps him from sufficiently getting a jump on the group he's been following is the loud crunch of someone's foot under a pile of leaves. It wasn't his foot either, but someone else's ( your characters?! ) who had the bad luck to approach at the wrong time. Rowan sighs, glancing back to see the source of the noise just as the Vieziri hunting party does the same. ]
Hope you came prepared to fight. [ because he sure did. ]
PLANETSIDE (balls deep in danger pt.2: electric bugaloo. )
[ Or let's pretend it was Rowan's fault that his cover was blown. Brambles and thick foliage make for a hell of a hard time being stealthy. Or maybe he's just really off his game. Either way, someone has had the luck of finding him now - an enraged Vieziri pinning him to the ground with a weapon poised to strike the killing blow. Around them are two other Vieziri, both of which seemed to have lost the fight with Rowan before this one took the advantage he had and set him into this unfortunate position. Blood colors the already vermillion-tinted ground, and weapons are scattered save for the one about to kill the Warden for the second time.
Wasn't once enough, universe? Wasn't once enough. ]
Uh, sorry to bother but would you mind helping me!? [ He shouts between grunts as he attempts to keep his attacker at bay. ] No rush!
Broadcast: Nay
Action: Aboard the remains of the Bishop and the literal hell of the planet
When: Right meow
THE BISHOP (arrival)
[ A lot of things happen at once when Rowan opens his eyes. First, he's immediately accosted by the heavy feeling in his head, like a figurative weight has settled upon his skull with all the knowledge he was just entrusted with upon arrival. The second is the barrage of confetti, accompanying music, and the tray of treats that looks hilariously out of place in the clearly damaged and broken ship around him. And the third is his lingering realization that, last he checked, he was supposed to be dead. Was this where you went when you died? Where you truly went? To space? Because that's weird. Weirder than the usual Thedosian beliefs.
After the initial surprise, he moves to walk around the ship - or what parts of it remain intact, hoping for some kind of life to be found besides his own. He has so many questions. Like, for instance, why the hell can't he catch a break even in death? And also, is this thing supposed to be in a dozen pieces, or was that an aesthetic choice? Why is this planet red? Hello? ]
PLANETSIDE (balls deep in danger pt. 1: is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?)
[ Let's say someone warned him about the potential dangers of wandering aimlessly through the dense forests of the planet. And let's say that that Rowan probably didn't listen to them. Sure, he doesn't have his daggers or his bow on him but you can fashion stabby-things out of nearly anything if you're smart enough. He ends up doing just that, eventually making a pair of shivs out of some stray pieces of metal and cloth. Not the fanciest thing, but it'll get the job done.
The Vieziri have the upper hand with their superior knowledge of the planet, but Rowan isn't a novice when it comes to stealth and recon. And honestly the only thing that keeps him from sufficiently getting a jump on the group he's been following is the loud crunch of someone's foot under a pile of leaves. It wasn't his foot either, but someone else's ( your characters?! ) who had the bad luck to approach at the wrong time. Rowan sighs, glancing back to see the source of the noise just as the Vieziri hunting party does the same. ]
Hope you came prepared to fight. [ because he sure did. ]
PLANETSIDE (balls deep in danger pt.2: electric bugaloo. )
[ Or let's pretend it was Rowan's fault that his cover was blown. Brambles and thick foliage make for a hell of a hard time being stealthy. Or maybe he's just really off his game. Either way, someone has had the luck of finding him now - an enraged Vieziri pinning him to the ground with a weapon poised to strike the killing blow. Around them are two other Vieziri, both of which seemed to have lost the fight with Rowan before this one took the advantage he had and set him into this unfortunate position. Blood colors the already vermillion-tinted ground, and weapons are scattered save for the one about to kill the Warden for the second time.
Wasn't once enough, universe? Wasn't once enough. ]
Uh, sorry to bother but would you mind helping me!? [ He shouts between grunts as he attempts to keep his attacker at bay. ] No rush!
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[Suddenly she laughs, though it's a bit forced.]
Oh this is so morbid. And probably painful for you, or at least unpleasant. I'm sorry. We should talk about something a bit more lighthearted.
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How about those cannibals? [ this fuckin guy. ] Sorry, that joke was in poor taste. [ HEYOOOOO. ]
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Oh thank the Maker. If you scorned puns as much as some of the others, I'd have to chew you out for it. [Hurr hurr] By the way... what's your name? We started introductions but then mine apparently sidetracked the entire conversation.
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We should probably find somewhere safer to talk — if there is such a thing here.
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Working on that. My ship crashed not too far from here. We could rest our feet and talk there. Maybe even get in a nice meal.
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Sounds good to me. I can't even remember the last time I ate properly.
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[Seeing people from Thedas encounter the technology here for the first time is always a treat.]
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She leads Rowan inside and makes a beeline for the kitchen.]
Things aren't usually this messy, but as you can probably tell, we landed here with extreme prejudice.