03 | The stairs creak as I sleep

[sinistral]

WHO: the Soldier (sinistral) and you
WHERE: network and out and about on the planet
WHAT: remembering how to rp celebrating final exams being over out and about doing totally normal former-but-maybe-still-kinda assassin things
WHEN: whatever passes on this planet for December
WARNINGS: none; will update if that changes

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TEMBA
→ Flood Plain;

Though he hasn't explored it for himself, he's been told of the ruins beneath the waters. And though he knows they're too far down to actually make out any details he's standing at the edge of the water regardless, almost glaring at the surface as if stubbornness alone could raise said ruins from their watery resting place.

It's a lot to think about, still, the apparent relationship between the Agrii and the Atroma. Certainly they had come back with a lot of information and certainly he's turned it all over again and again, but the pieces still don't settle right in his mind. Too much and not enough all at once, and the fact that the Agrii are apparently content to keep their distance from any real danger the planet presents seems a little too convenient.

Something bigger is going on and there's far too little information. The Soldier shakes his head in response to his own ruminations; the sad part is that he's getting used to that.

→ Amphitheater;

What may have been some sort of stadium or entertainment center for the Agrii makes a perfect space for working out; the steps are high enough to make running up and down them a challenge, even for long legs. And while there's nothing so formal as a track, running the inside perimeter suffices as a warmup when the Soldier isn't feeling like a tour through the more ruined areas of the city.

At one end of the space he's set up a crude target with a drawn-on bullseye; he flips a knife at it on every lap, pulling it out on his way past. It's not the ideal practice space but it works for now, works because he just needs to do something, to challenge himself to make the throw from further and further away because he may not have had a choice in how he got his skills, but they're his to use as he wants now.

→ Hangar;

The ships had gotten banged up making planetfall; the Soldier is no mechanic but has been doing what he can, when he can in order to make small repairs to the Twin Roses. He'd learned enough assisting Cal for at least that much. And it doesn't take much expertise to right the few things that got strewn about the ship's interior, items tumbling loose in the small kitchenette and other such chores.

Privately, he also wonders if access to the ships will be cut off at any time; could the Agrii recall the ships to space, leaving them stranded on the planet? He's honestly not sure, and checking on the vehicles every now and then is more an assurance that the transports are still present.

NETWORK
→ Text;

Seems like the weather's getting colder.
Or is it just me?

WILDCARD
→ Elsewhere;

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[sinistral]

"I'm sure," he confirms, nodding when the other man picks it up again. "Should I be wary? That looks like it's more of a ranged weapon, and if you've got a close-quarters weapon on you, you've hidden it well enough that I can't see it. And I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. So if you were planning on attacking me, I don't think you'd get this close before taking a shot." Warning? Threat? Statement of the obvious? All of the above?

...None of the above?

With the other man seemingly settled, a jog turns into a slightly faster run — not full out, because he doesn't know if this guy is enhanced in any way or not, but something they can still claim as a workout. "Recent arrival?" he asks eventually; having decided that no, he really doesn't know this man.

[on_repeat]

"Maybe? I mean, you don't have to be," Echo shrugs, "but it looks like you know what you're talking about." Because what civilian can come up with a similar vein of thought? He'll take the 'all of the above' option. "I'd say I was biding my time, but you have all your angles covered."

Oh, they're going faster. The clone keeps pace, focusing long enough match The Soldier step for step. "Kind of," comes a delayed reply since conversing while exercising can be tricky. "It's been a few months, I think. Started out on the large ship before we all boarded the shuttles and crash-landed here."

[sinistral]

"That's one way of putting it." He shrugs. At least this guy seems decently comfortable with his weirdness, by which he means it's a far cry from the discomfort most people express. "Almost all my angles. The one I can't figure is why we're all really here, and because of that uncertainty, I don't really like leaving my own armaments untended." So far nothing had disappeared here — not that he knew, anyway — but that doesn't mean it wouldn't happen. Better to not tempt fate.

He slows just a little bit, to give the other man an easier time of running and talking, the pace somewhere between where they'd started and where they'd ended up. "Recent enough," he agrees. "I got here somewhat before the shuttles left this planet in the first place. But it sounds like you've already experienced most of the fun there is around here."

[on_repeat]

Echo's head tilts, but he nods. "That must be a question on everyone's mind," he shrugs. "And it's better not to leave anything like that lyin' about. Never know who's gonna try picking it up or keeping it for themselves." He's already had someone try to keep his blaster after he had to go and find it, so he doesn't want to have a repeat of that situation again.

In switching the pace, it's easier to think, easier to talk. It's also nice to know that he's relatively new in comparison. "Boy, did I ever," the clone exhales a laugh, although it isn't as jovial as laughter usually is. "After going through that, I think I prefer the ship."