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revivalproject2021-06-20 10:20 pm
tyrants_son) wrote in revivalproject2021-06-20 10:20 pm
Disregarding Bombs and Satellites
WHO: Warlord Felwinter and you!
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: A Risen's Arrival
WHEN: Late June
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will follow pose preference
❅ Around the City Center
He's not sure how long people have been here to do so, but it's at least obvious that there has been some work in repairing the abandoned city, signs that there is life. The weather here is much more warmer than the mountain he has made home, and yet he does not seem bothered in the least for the heavy and worn, long greatcoat that flows around his boots, nor the odd helmet with its twining pair of horns that obscures his face. The only thing that truly bothers him is the lack of having his shotgun, which he catches himself reaching for beneath his coat on more than one occasion, at the slightest sound of something nearby. He is always on the lookout, his gaze though hidden behind the helmet, never remaining in one place, his feet never pausing for too long until he has a wall at his back.
❅ The Library
The provided map had said this to be a library, and he'd gravitated there out of some sense of need for familiarity. He'd Awoken in a library. Perhaps here he'd find more information to supplement what the sphere had told him. Entering the place, he finds himself deeply disappointed by the empty shelves and the lack of materials. No old tomes litter the floors, and for its emptiness it doesn't look quite abandoned so much as just...lacking.
Floating at his shoulder a silvery drone of sorts looks back and forth, seeming just as disappointed, if not surprised. "Maybe it's being repurposed?" she suggests.
The helmeted figure gives a vague shrug, his head turning subtly as his unseen eyes scan the empty shelves for anything he may have missed. All at once he tenses when he realizes he's no longer alone here. Turning sharply, he grasps at that slippery thread of violet-tinged Void energy until it coalesces into something more tangible in his fist as he faces whatever company he finds himself in.
❅ Hangar // The Twin Roses
It occurs to him that the most obvious thing for someone to do if they found themselves brought somewhere against their will is to find a way off the planet. He doubts that it would be that simple, as hardly anything is, but there is a hangar, and it does house ships. Which begs the question of why anyone chooses to stay.
Although Felwinter has a feeling he knows the answer, he investigates anyway. It's not something that takes too long, as the first ship he happens upon does not react to open, and it surprises him that even his Ghost cannot hack into it. They go through several more before finding, to their surprise, that one admits them entry. Naturally the warlord heads for the cockpit first, settling into the seat, hands settling upon the controls almost expectantly, although he doesn't seem terribly surprised that nothing happens. Still, he sighs.
❅ Choose Your Own Adventure!
(AKA create a starter if none of these suit! Since Felwinter's exploring he will shamelessly stick his nose anywhere with obvious access)
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: A Risen's Arrival
WHEN: Late June
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will follow pose preference
❅ Around the City Center
He's not sure how long people have been here to do so, but it's at least obvious that there has been some work in repairing the abandoned city, signs that there is life. The weather here is much more warmer than the mountain he has made home, and yet he does not seem bothered in the least for the heavy and worn, long greatcoat that flows around his boots, nor the odd helmet with its twining pair of horns that obscures his face. The only thing that truly bothers him is the lack of having his shotgun, which he catches himself reaching for beneath his coat on more than one occasion, at the slightest sound of something nearby. He is always on the lookout, his gaze though hidden behind the helmet, never remaining in one place, his feet never pausing for too long until he has a wall at his back.
❅ The Library
The provided map had said this to be a library, and he'd gravitated there out of some sense of need for familiarity. He'd Awoken in a library. Perhaps here he'd find more information to supplement what the sphere had told him. Entering the place, he finds himself deeply disappointed by the empty shelves and the lack of materials. No old tomes litter the floors, and for its emptiness it doesn't look quite abandoned so much as just...lacking.
Floating at his shoulder a silvery drone of sorts looks back and forth, seeming just as disappointed, if not surprised. "Maybe it's being repurposed?" she suggests.
The helmeted figure gives a vague shrug, his head turning subtly as his unseen eyes scan the empty shelves for anything he may have missed. All at once he tenses when he realizes he's no longer alone here. Turning sharply, he grasps at that slippery thread of violet-tinged Void energy until it coalesces into something more tangible in his fist as he faces whatever company he finds himself in.
❅ Hangar // The Twin Roses
It occurs to him that the most obvious thing for someone to do if they found themselves brought somewhere against their will is to find a way off the planet. He doubts that it would be that simple, as hardly anything is, but there is a hangar, and it does house ships. Which begs the question of why anyone chooses to stay.
Although Felwinter has a feeling he knows the answer, he investigates anyway. It's not something that takes too long, as the first ship he happens upon does not react to open, and it surprises him that even his Ghost cannot hack into it. They go through several more before finding, to their surprise, that one admits them entry. Naturally the warlord heads for the cockpit first, settling into the seat, hands settling upon the controls almost expectantly, although he doesn't seem terribly surprised that nothing happens. Still, he sighs.
❅ Choose Your Own Adventure!
(AKA create a starter if none of these suit! Since Felwinter's exploring he will shamelessly stick his nose anywhere with obvious access)