CT-26-1409 | "Echo" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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revivalproject2022-02-12 10:28 am
on_repeat) wrote in revivalproject2022-02-12 10:28 am
[Open] Rain or Shine, It's Renn Faire Time-- okay I'll stop
WHO: Echo and youuu?
WHERE: Temba Rain Fare
WHAT: He's never been to one of these things, it'll go accordingly
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: I know I haven't said anything of late, but feel free to have your character recognize Echo from all the patrolling he does off-camera and we'll work from there :]
- - - - -
Well. It was different.
Maybe something to be wary of at first, but upon closer inspection it wasn't very threatening at all.
Candles & Costumes
You know those rare moments where someone was operating outside of their normal parameters? It was kind of like that for Echo as he walked the 'fare' grounds with his helmet tucked under his arm, his expression both piqued with curiosity and unspoken questions every time he stopped to observe the activities available.
One thing was for sure: he was never a crafts-y person. While the candle-making might potentially end in disaster, costuming was (somehow) a safer venture into the world of Rain-a-seance or whatever it was called at the moment.
Throw Echo a bone here. He was either trying his best with the wax or obviously hyper-focused on trying to sew two pieces of cloth together like whoa.
Training Grounds
This was more his speed.
When he wasn't examining and testing the weights of the weapons available, the ARC Trooper went to work figuring out where he landed with each of them.
Swinging the sword around felt a little off since he was used to ranged weapons, but he did it anyway, striking one of the dummies a few times before drawing back to make some mental notes. Archery and throwing knives were closer to what he already knew, so why not use it to his advantage while he had the time?
Bonfire
Echo hadn't spent every night by the bonfire. There was no reason to. But the few times he did, he stayed for a few hours longer than usual, watching the flames dance as colors flickered and shifted with each bundle tossed in for effect. And whenever the lull was evident, he threw one of those bundles in, quietly pleased with himself once the colors returned.
However, he didn't engage in any light conversation one of those cold nights. He sat off to one side, attention drawn away from the fire and onto a thin, tablet-shaped material projecting an image he hadn't seen in a long time, brow drawn together as he silently studied the faces looking back at him.
Or Wildcard it up! Bust out a prompt, do some dm-ing or something, I forgot how to people! HUZZAH! (x3)
WHERE: Temba Rain Fare
WHAT: He's never been to one of these things, it'll go accordingly
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: I know I haven't said anything of late, but feel free to have your character recognize Echo from all the patrolling he does off-camera and we'll work from there :]
- - - - -
Well. It was different.
Maybe something to be wary of at first, but upon closer inspection it wasn't very threatening at all.
Candles & Costumes
You know those rare moments where someone was operating outside of their normal parameters? It was kind of like that for Echo as he walked the 'fare' grounds with his helmet tucked under his arm, his expression both piqued with curiosity and unspoken questions every time he stopped to observe the activities available.
One thing was for sure: he was never a crafts-y person. While the candle-making might potentially end in disaster, costuming was (somehow) a safer venture into the world of Rain-a-seance or whatever it was called at the moment.
Throw Echo a bone here. He was either trying his best with the wax or obviously hyper-focused on trying to sew two pieces of cloth together like whoa.
Training Grounds
This was more his speed.
When he wasn't examining and testing the weights of the weapons available, the ARC Trooper went to work figuring out where he landed with each of them.
Swinging the sword around felt a little off since he was used to ranged weapons, but he did it anyway, striking one of the dummies a few times before drawing back to make some mental notes. Archery and throwing knives were closer to what he already knew, so why not use it to his advantage while he had the time?
Bonfire
Echo hadn't spent every night by the bonfire. There was no reason to. But the few times he did, he stayed for a few hours longer than usual, watching the flames dance as colors flickered and shifted with each bundle tossed in for effect. And whenever the lull was evident, he threw one of those bundles in, quietly pleased with himself once the colors returned.
However, he didn't engage in any light conversation one of those cold nights. He sat off to one side, attention drawn away from the fire and onto a thin, tablet-shaped material projecting an image he hadn't seen in a long time, brow drawn together as he silently studied the faces looking back at him.
Or Wildcard it up! Bust out a prompt, do some dm-ing or something, I forgot how to people! HUZZAH! (x3)
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