11-26-2009, 07:35 AM
She wasn't sure what had happened. Part of her believed that she had accidently killed the man who had been attempting to do the same to her, and she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. A completely different part of her was trying to argue that the man had not actually been killed from her weapon.
"Ok, Ashe, its simple," she argued into the open air, pulling her jacket in tightly around herself as she trudged through the gathering snow flurries. "When you shot that guy with your wand thing, he didn't fall over dead or anything like that. He just... Pew pew... and then he glowed for a moment and then disappeared."
Her fingers tensed and relaxed repeatedly around her wrists, each hand shoved into the sleeve of the other and locking around her opposite wrists to help keep the wind out. "That doesn't sound like how I would expect someone to die," she reasoned. She laughed a bit nervously. "Heh, that actually sounds more like something out of a video game. Like that game where you are that green elf and you shoot laser beams from your sword. They flash a bright color and then fade away or something."
Looking around her to each side, she saw nothing but white for as far as she could see. "So... You definitely didn't kill this guy. This is some type of game, and he was probably just teleported away or something like everyone." Her breath was almost burning in this biting wind as it rushed past her mouth, but she just couldn't stop talking to herself to shake the boredom. She'd already tried to use some of her electronics, but the headset of the music player only hurt her ears and using her phone just exposed her hands to the elements. Drinking from her water bottles proved pointless when they were essentially frozen solid.
Talking to herself was the best way to keep from letting the cold just set in and work her down into a frost induced exhaustion. "So what we do is get to the bunker - where ever the heck this thing is - and we find Kaden, Sage, Sophia... Anyone. I don't really care as long as I find warmth." A clump of snow found its way into the top of her shoes in response and further froze her wrinkled toes within the miserable protective gear. Glaring down at them, she looked back up sharply at the sky to whine. "Are you serious? Ugh, Damon, you promised punch and pie, and we all know the cake's a lie, so I want cocoa at the bunker or I'll punch you in the eye!" she threatened in rhyme.
It took her a moment before she laughed at her sing song way of coping, making her consider writing out entire songs about her frustration in the frozen wasteland. Various verses went in and out of her lips, but eventually she gave up. "Damon Dukes, I don't like youuu. Now I don't know what to dooo. I hope the bunker is active too, because, uh, I've got wet snow in my shoe!" She barely finished the line before she scoffed. "Yeah, that'd totally win a Battle of the Bands, Ashe. Thus why you let the others take care of the song lyrics." In the snow, she half yearned for her guitar at that moment, something, anything to keep her mind occupied. Then again, with her fingertips as frozen as they were, it wasn't as if she could handle the agony that would be involved trying to do so.
Even her attempts to practice with her energy had proven wasted effort.
Ashe emerged from the pounding blizzard suddenly as she realized that the path had taken a curve to lower elevations. The act of doing so had put the winds at her back as flying directly overhead and leaving her to a clearer path than the one she had been walking. To further contrast, she could see with perfect clarity in every direction, from the jagged ice structures to her left and the large sturdy shelter to her right, all the way into the -
Shelter.
That was as far as her mind processed the things she could see as it rewound back like a tape. Her hand came out from her jacket without her realizing it, subconciously rubbing its cold and numb nerves over the strangely comfortable collar that she had been wearing. "I don't... Have I reset this thing yet for this time period or... I can't tell. Ugh, I totally wouldn't have lost track of time if that guy hadn't decided to get up in my business earlier. Now he's out of extra men," she complained, citing her video game reference to explain things. "And I'm wandering around on the snow level with no snowboard at all."
Snowboard.
Her mind made a mental note. She had yet to go snowboarding this year, and if there was one thing she was going to take advantage of while she stuck in the frozen tundra, it would be to check the bunker for a snowboard. She was never really good, but transportation was transportation, especially when it involved going down a mountain a faster than light speeds while pretending there is an enormous avalanche falling behind you. It was completely rational.
How else would one handle an avalanche about to fall on you? Roar defiantly and punch it?
She would leave that type of method to those with something to prove. Her way was to ride the waves - or snow curves - and live on the edge. Of course, the first thing her eyes fell upon as she stepped through the doors to the bunker, hearing her collar beep on arrival, was the kinky sex slave - Tamsin.
"Mal?" she asked hopefully.
Ashe counted the number of people inside of the room. Two. No Kaden, no Sage, and no Sophia. Just Tamsin... Which meant the green guy was here. This was not what she meant about living life on the edge.
"FML," she mumbled, covering her mouth immediately in the event that the creature was present and understood the acronym.
"Ok, Ashe, its simple," she argued into the open air, pulling her jacket in tightly around herself as she trudged through the gathering snow flurries. "When you shot that guy with your wand thing, he didn't fall over dead or anything like that. He just... Pew pew... and then he glowed for a moment and then disappeared."
Her fingers tensed and relaxed repeatedly around her wrists, each hand shoved into the sleeve of the other and locking around her opposite wrists to help keep the wind out. "That doesn't sound like how I would expect someone to die," she reasoned. She laughed a bit nervously. "Heh, that actually sounds more like something out of a video game. Like that game where you are that green elf and you shoot laser beams from your sword. They flash a bright color and then fade away or something."
Looking around her to each side, she saw nothing but white for as far as she could see. "So... You definitely didn't kill this guy. This is some type of game, and he was probably just teleported away or something like everyone." Her breath was almost burning in this biting wind as it rushed past her mouth, but she just couldn't stop talking to herself to shake the boredom. She'd already tried to use some of her electronics, but the headset of the music player only hurt her ears and using her phone just exposed her hands to the elements. Drinking from her water bottles proved pointless when they were essentially frozen solid.
Talking to herself was the best way to keep from letting the cold just set in and work her down into a frost induced exhaustion. "So what we do is get to the bunker - where ever the heck this thing is - and we find Kaden, Sage, Sophia... Anyone. I don't really care as long as I find warmth." A clump of snow found its way into the top of her shoes in response and further froze her wrinkled toes within the miserable protective gear. Glaring down at them, she looked back up sharply at the sky to whine. "Are you serious? Ugh, Damon, you promised punch and pie, and we all know the cake's a lie, so I want cocoa at the bunker or I'll punch you in the eye!" she threatened in rhyme.
It took her a moment before she laughed at her sing song way of coping, making her consider writing out entire songs about her frustration in the frozen wasteland. Various verses went in and out of her lips, but eventually she gave up. "Damon Dukes, I don't like youuu. Now I don't know what to dooo. I hope the bunker is active too, because, uh, I've got wet snow in my shoe!" She barely finished the line before she scoffed. "Yeah, that'd totally win a Battle of the Bands, Ashe. Thus why you let the others take care of the song lyrics." In the snow, she half yearned for her guitar at that moment, something, anything to keep her mind occupied. Then again, with her fingertips as frozen as they were, it wasn't as if she could handle the agony that would be involved trying to do so.
Even her attempts to practice with her energy had proven wasted effort.
Ashe emerged from the pounding blizzard suddenly as she realized that the path had taken a curve to lower elevations. The act of doing so had put the winds at her back as flying directly overhead and leaving her to a clearer path than the one she had been walking. To further contrast, she could see with perfect clarity in every direction, from the jagged ice structures to her left and the large sturdy shelter to her right, all the way into the -
Shelter.
That was as far as her mind processed the things she could see as it rewound back like a tape. Her hand came out from her jacket without her realizing it, subconciously rubbing its cold and numb nerves over the strangely comfortable collar that she had been wearing. "I don't... Have I reset this thing yet for this time period or... I can't tell. Ugh, I totally wouldn't have lost track of time if that guy hadn't decided to get up in my business earlier. Now he's out of extra men," she complained, citing her video game reference to explain things. "And I'm wandering around on the snow level with no snowboard at all."
Snowboard.
Her mind made a mental note. She had yet to go snowboarding this year, and if there was one thing she was going to take advantage of while she stuck in the frozen tundra, it would be to check the bunker for a snowboard. She was never really good, but transportation was transportation, especially when it involved going down a mountain a faster than light speeds while pretending there is an enormous avalanche falling behind you. It was completely rational.
How else would one handle an avalanche about to fall on you? Roar defiantly and punch it?
She would leave that type of method to those with something to prove. Her way was to ride the waves - or snow curves - and live on the edge. Of course, the first thing her eyes fell upon as she stepped through the doors to the bunker, hearing her collar beep on arrival, was the kinky sex slave - Tamsin.
"Mal?" she asked hopefully.
Ashe counted the number of people inside of the room. Two. No Kaden, no Sage, and no Sophia. Just Tamsin... Which meant the green guy was here. This was not what she meant about living life on the edge.
"FML," she mumbled, covering her mouth immediately in the event that the creature was present and understood the acronym.
Quote:Ashe has entered the Arctic Sector Bunker.
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