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revivalproject2022-03-13 06:21 pm
plate_builder) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-13 06:21 pm
[Open] Some People Don't Storm
WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Winter Soldier, Open
WHERE: Temba, Sh'Ka
WHAT: Avoiding The Storm and Rescue Mini!
WHEN: March 11th and 12th (Backdated)
WARNINGS: Animals trying to eat Mini
I. Avoiding the Storm [Closed to Winter Soldier]
He'd been staying mostly in Sh'Ka lately. Since losing Poe, much of Reeve's time had been spent in Sh'Ka, courtesy of his friend, Soldat. But there was always supplies that were more easily gained in Temba, mostly resources from the replicator, and some from this ships.
And there it was, the reason they had returned to Temba, Reeve and his friend and Mini on his shoulder. Just them walking along, Reeve chattering about a project he was envisioning. But there it was, the sky darkening, causing Reeve to pause and look up into the sky.
"Almost looks like rain," he observed, his eyes cast upward. "I suppose we could run toward the train if we wanted to avoid being wet."
They weren't too far from it, probably only about a city block or two back home, but Reeve wasn't really in the mood to run with how long he'd been walking today. The train would probably not take off just yet after all. He could take a little bit of time walking at a reasonable pace.
"You know what? I feel like my tin of coffee is well enough sealed to not be at risk."
II. He's Not Really A Meal! (Open)
This was not the afternoon Reeve was expecting. He had thought to be working on his plans for Sh'Ka, with Soldat off doing his own thing, perhaps appearing at some point to remind him to listen to Mini reminding him to eat. That was how things had been working on and off in his increased time spent with his friend. Instead here he was, alone in Sh'Ka, contemplating the storm he'd left behind, the mess of life that was happening around them all, and a host of other things.
Reeve was not, though, considering Mini trailing after him, the cat doll strolling slowly, kicking a rock down the road. The little guy was sad too, hating that they were doing this. Leaving behind other people because of the fear that, if they were out in the storm, Mini would be at risk. Sure, Mini had been out briefly in another storm, but it might be bad. So they had fled, and it made Mini feel like a coward.
His brother was a hero, and Mini had to flee.
"It's okay," Reeve said, walking ahead of Mini and not really thinking much as he should have. And he wasn't looking up.
Neither of them were.
And neither of them knew about Tortoths. Sure, this one was lower down in the trees than normal, and Mini wasn't the normal meal, but damn it'd been having a bad few days of hunting. The size of the creature moving below was suitable. So the Tortoth let its lure-tongue out, into the path.
Mini, busy looking back over his shoulder as if he could wish someone else to follow them from the station, didn't even notice the tongue. So he walked right into it. Which was weird. What was this dangly thing? Mini wrapped a hand around it, pulling. And then was left shouting in distress as the tongue wrapped around him.
"Halp!" he shouted, even as he was being pulled up.
WHERE: Temba, Sh'Ka
WHAT: Avoiding The Storm and Rescue Mini!
WHEN: March 11th and 12th (Backdated)
WARNINGS: Animals trying to eat Mini
I. Avoiding the Storm [Closed to Winter Soldier]
He'd been staying mostly in Sh'Ka lately. Since losing Poe, much of Reeve's time had been spent in Sh'Ka, courtesy of his friend, Soldat. But there was always supplies that were more easily gained in Temba, mostly resources from the replicator, and some from this ships.
And there it was, the reason they had returned to Temba, Reeve and his friend and Mini on his shoulder. Just them walking along, Reeve chattering about a project he was envisioning. But there it was, the sky darkening, causing Reeve to pause and look up into the sky.
"Almost looks like rain," he observed, his eyes cast upward. "I suppose we could run toward the train if we wanted to avoid being wet."
They weren't too far from it, probably only about a city block or two back home, but Reeve wasn't really in the mood to run with how long he'd been walking today. The train would probably not take off just yet after all. He could take a little bit of time walking at a reasonable pace.
"You know what? I feel like my tin of coffee is well enough sealed to not be at risk."
II. He's Not Really A Meal! (Open)
This was not the afternoon Reeve was expecting. He had thought to be working on his plans for Sh'Ka, with Soldat off doing his own thing, perhaps appearing at some point to remind him to listen to Mini reminding him to eat. That was how things had been working on and off in his increased time spent with his friend. Instead here he was, alone in Sh'Ka, contemplating the storm he'd left behind, the mess of life that was happening around them all, and a host of other things.
Reeve was not, though, considering Mini trailing after him, the cat doll strolling slowly, kicking a rock down the road. The little guy was sad too, hating that they were doing this. Leaving behind other people because of the fear that, if they were out in the storm, Mini would be at risk. Sure, Mini had been out briefly in another storm, but it might be bad. So they had fled, and it made Mini feel like a coward.
His brother was a hero, and Mini had to flee.
"It's okay," Reeve said, walking ahead of Mini and not really thinking much as he should have. And he wasn't looking up.
Neither of them were.
And neither of them knew about Tortoths. Sure, this one was lower down in the trees than normal, and Mini wasn't the normal meal, but damn it'd been having a bad few days of hunting. The size of the creature moving below was suitable. So the Tortoth let its lure-tongue out, into the path.
Mini, busy looking back over his shoulder as if he could wish someone else to follow them from the station, didn't even notice the tongue. So he walked right into it. Which was weird. What was this dangly thing? Mini wrapped a hand around it, pulling. And then was left shouting in distress as the tongue wrapped around him.
"Halp!" he shouted, even as he was being pulled up.
My thing!
Those were his orders, and he carried them out without fail. That he had extended an invitation to Reeve previous to receiving the orders meant nothing to his handler; he was to maintain his activities with the man and tell him nothing. The Soldier was not the most talkative at the best of times; his silence was likely unnoticeable from his normal behavior.
Of course, the darkening sky seemed to occupy his companion's attention more than the Soldier's own quiet, which probably worked in his favor. Still, storms weren't common here — at least not normal, Earth-typical storms. The planet did have storms, with some rather nasty side effects.
Timing, as the adage went, was everything.
"You know how storms in this place go," he answered. The Soldier could run to the train with little effort, leaving his companion behind. But he had not been ordered to do so; he had been ordered to act normal. "Haste may not be a bad idea."
Re: My thing!
Wow.
"Yes, I do," Reeve said, his voice shaking a little. "I do not think I would like to be here for this. I keep fearing it would do Mini harm."
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"I can carry Mini," he offered, "if you think it would help." He couldn't tell Reeve about his situation but he could do his best to get Reeve onto the train. The last time something strange had hit Temba, Sh'Ka had been spared. He hoped for similar luck now, and to get Reeve away from it.
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"Yes," Reeve said. Mini wasn't heavy, but he was heavy enough to slow Reeve.
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"Give him here." He held out his arms, ready to carry Mini as one would a child. The gold would hopefully protect the creature from too much discomfort, leading Reeve to focus on jogging instead of worrying.
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Mini looked ready to protest, but Reeve grabbed the cat and swung him up and into Soldat's arms. There, that would help.
"We should run then?"
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Mini could protest all he wanted, it wasn't going to change the sure grip the Soldier had on him once Reeve swung the cat into his arms. The grip wasn't harsh, however; Mini should not be injured by it. Just very firmly supported.
"I believe we should." It was entirely possible the storm would hit in full force in five days — or in five minutes. With this place, it was hard to tell for sure.
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"I'll try and keep up. Please try not to get too far in front of me. Mini and I are linked, and we can be hurt if we are separated by too far."
And with that, he starts to jog forward.
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Fortunately they hadn't been too completely far from the train today; far enough to want haste, but not at the other side of the city. And the Soldier still needed to think of how he'd explain getting Reeve on the train and leaving him; there was no way his orders would allow him to leave Beck in Temba for an incoming storm.
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"You'll let me stay with you in Sh'Ka?"
Seemed fair to ask now.
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"You have before," he answered. "You know that I am not opposed to your presence." Perhaps the buried part of him that was still himself wanted Reeve to find how he had abandoned his camp. How it might seem out of character.
Wrapping toward a close as we agreed?
"Alright then, let's finish the distance," she says, trying to get to a run rather than a jog. Just another few tens of feet.
"Hopefully the train will still run."
Last call is coming, get your train tickets!
"The train has run before. It should run now." Famous last words...?
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"Here," he said, finally coming to a pause. "Let's get on."
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"Yes," he answered, having decided on a distractionary tactic. "We can set— do you hear that?" He put on a slightly alarmed expression, widened eyes and a quick turning, scanning the landscape.
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