12-05-2009, 04:40 AM
Sophia hardly even knew what to do with herself.
Ashe remained on the ground, eyes steeped shut as she remained in her unconscious stupor. The teenager remained safe, at least for the then and there, but the former priestess couldn’t help but wonder how much that mattered, or how long it would last. The incessant beeping and booping of the electronic devices that they both sported around their necks didn’t do much to ease an already troubled mind. Was she about to be—oh, what was the word—dusted? She assumed that it wasn’t the case, as she wasn’t dead or even writhing around on the ground in immense pain, but she kept the possibility of either circumstance happening locked in the back of her mind.
The pink-haired teenager disappeared, vanished in thin air, causing the healer to jolt. She fought off a laugh, however, as she realized that it was not Ashe who had disappeared, but Sophia herself, teleported to a completely different part of the city, as was a common occurrence during her experiences on the island. Peering up towards the skyscrapers and otherwise tall buildings, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She had traveled through the area on two different occasions, and she still didn’t feel as though she was any closer to knowing her way around. That, she supposed, was why she had a map.
She opened it, searching through it with a finger. The healer slowly moved the appendage away from the urban area, and down towards the forest. She pondered traveling there again, maneuvering her way around the trees until she made it to the bunker that had been built there. After all, the place seemed to be nice, at least when compared to the arctic bunker. Maybe the place had been sullied somewhat by the cold that had surrounded it, but it didn’t seem to have the same…pizzazz as the forest. It seemed as good a place as any to go.
Bears lived there, though. She had to remind herself of that before she had any inclinations to make the trip. That fact alone made her reconsider everything; it even made her consider braving the colds of the arctic instead. Grizzly bears were more fearsome than an eternal winter, after all, but maybe…Sophia shook her head and shivered at the thought. Maybe polar bears were in the arctic. It wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility, considering everything else that seemed to be happening. Sighing, she moved her finger onward until it stopped on something she hadn’t even considered before.
The map was separated into four parts, and the mountainous region was just as large and dominating on the page as anything else, but her eyes had failed to run across it before. Even better than that was its proximity to the place where she figured she was standing. Landmarks were hard to discern from one another, but the barrier to the juxtaposed position wasn’t far away at all. Besides, bears were likely harder to come by in the mountains—after all, who had ever heard of a mountain bear?
Her walk to the mountain sector was filled with similarly mundane thoughts. Most of it was intentional on her part, as there were certain things which she didn’t want to remember, though they raced through her mind every time she so much as closed her eyes. Kaden, for one—the courier was most likely…dead at that point in time. He did so much for her, intentionally or not, and just like that he was gone. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye, and that’s what killed her the most. It didn’t matter where they were or what was going on—one of them would eventually be torn from the other. Well…those were poor word choices, perhaps. The simple fact still remained: she was there, and he…was not.
A large chunk of rock ceased similar thoughts. The mountain loomed overhead, casting its shadow down on the grassy plains below. The healer could do nothing but stand and stare in awe before she was able to snap out of it—she needed to figure out where the bunker was if she was to stay alive. Her eyes glided along the edge of the landmark until it fell upon the structure itself, which was surprising when she consulted the map, to say the least. She felt like she had just crossed the threshold, but the map said that the bunker was well into the sector. Had she really been lost in her thoughts for that long?
Shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, she approached the building and walked inside. What she saw was more or less what she had expected: a line of beds spaced in between a few doorways to lead to other various rooms, and a large table in the middle. Damon Dukes didn’t exactly earn points for design, but for what he lacked in creativity he made up for in dependency. Walking to the table, she sighed and sat down, resting her head on the wooden surface. Someone else was in the bunker, taking a shower from the sounds of it, but she made no attempts to discover who it was. What did it matter, she’d end up fighting him or her anyway.
Ashe remained on the ground, eyes steeped shut as she remained in her unconscious stupor. The teenager remained safe, at least for the then and there, but the former priestess couldn’t help but wonder how much that mattered, or how long it would last. The incessant beeping and booping of the electronic devices that they both sported around their necks didn’t do much to ease an already troubled mind. Was she about to be—oh, what was the word—dusted? She assumed that it wasn’t the case, as she wasn’t dead or even writhing around on the ground in immense pain, but she kept the possibility of either circumstance happening locked in the back of her mind.
The pink-haired teenager disappeared, vanished in thin air, causing the healer to jolt. She fought off a laugh, however, as she realized that it was not Ashe who had disappeared, but Sophia herself, teleported to a completely different part of the city, as was a common occurrence during her experiences on the island. Peering up towards the skyscrapers and otherwise tall buildings, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She had traveled through the area on two different occasions, and she still didn’t feel as though she was any closer to knowing her way around. That, she supposed, was why she had a map.
She opened it, searching through it with a finger. The healer slowly moved the appendage away from the urban area, and down towards the forest. She pondered traveling there again, maneuvering her way around the trees until she made it to the bunker that had been built there. After all, the place seemed to be nice, at least when compared to the arctic bunker. Maybe the place had been sullied somewhat by the cold that had surrounded it, but it didn’t seem to have the same…pizzazz as the forest. It seemed as good a place as any to go.
Bears lived there, though. She had to remind herself of that before she had any inclinations to make the trip. That fact alone made her reconsider everything; it even made her consider braving the colds of the arctic instead. Grizzly bears were more fearsome than an eternal winter, after all, but maybe…Sophia shook her head and shivered at the thought. Maybe polar bears were in the arctic. It wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility, considering everything else that seemed to be happening. Sighing, she moved her finger onward until it stopped on something she hadn’t even considered before.
The map was separated into four parts, and the mountainous region was just as large and dominating on the page as anything else, but her eyes had failed to run across it before. Even better than that was its proximity to the place where she figured she was standing. Landmarks were hard to discern from one another, but the barrier to the juxtaposed position wasn’t far away at all. Besides, bears were likely harder to come by in the mountains—after all, who had ever heard of a mountain bear?
Her walk to the mountain sector was filled with similarly mundane thoughts. Most of it was intentional on her part, as there were certain things which she didn’t want to remember, though they raced through her mind every time she so much as closed her eyes. Kaden, for one—the courier was most likely…dead at that point in time. He did so much for her, intentionally or not, and just like that he was gone. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye, and that’s what killed her the most. It didn’t matter where they were or what was going on—one of them would eventually be torn from the other. Well…those were poor word choices, perhaps. The simple fact still remained: she was there, and he…was not.
A large chunk of rock ceased similar thoughts. The mountain loomed overhead, casting its shadow down on the grassy plains below. The healer could do nothing but stand and stare in awe before she was able to snap out of it—she needed to figure out where the bunker was if she was to stay alive. Her eyes glided along the edge of the landmark until it fell upon the structure itself, which was surprising when she consulted the map, to say the least. She felt like she had just crossed the threshold, but the map said that the bunker was well into the sector. Had she really been lost in her thoughts for that long?
Shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, she approached the building and walked inside. What she saw was more or less what she had expected: a line of beds spaced in between a few doorways to lead to other various rooms, and a large table in the middle. Damon Dukes didn’t exactly earn points for design, but for what he lacked in creativity he made up for in dependency. Walking to the table, she sighed and sat down, resting her head on the wooden surface. Someone else was in the bunker, taking a shower from the sounds of it, but she made no attempts to discover who it was. What did it matter, she’d end up fighting him or her anyway.
Quote:Sophia leaves City Sector and enters Mountain Sector.
Quote:Sophia enters the Mountain Sector bunker.