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[trampledintheprocess]

Who: Agent Washington and open
What: New arrival to the Bronze Sanctum
Where: The Bronze Sanctum for the first option(Locked to the Bronze flight) and open in the second
When: April 9th, after arriving
Warnings: Uh, none so far. Will add if needed

A. Bronze sanctum

This was... Nothing Washington ever would have expected to have happen. Especially not after having woke up in recovery with the Dakotas waiting. There'd been chaos, and the next thing he knew, he was here, his head won't stop hurting, and the back of his neck is still recovering from the implantation and removal. The problem? He's having a little trouble focusing on things since arriving. Between what's left in his head from the AI and the shock... He probably shouldn't be surprised. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He's spending way too much time in his own thoughts.

B. Outside the sanctum (Silverglen Retreat area)

After he'd had a little recovery time, he finally did get curious enough that he wanted to see what was outside. And as comfortable as he should be in his new home? The Bronze Sanctum was nothing like what he was used to.

It was a change, the forested area. What was extra odd was he was starting to notice some odd things as he looked around. Tracks that he probably wouldn't have noticed before. After a bit, he shrugged it off, starting to look around the outskirts of the village. v He's a bit on edge regardless. Things don't feel right here.

Comments

B of course c:

[guerriera]

Two weeks had come and gone in what felt like the blink of an eye. The ache in her head had lessened but the emptiness remained, static and shock creeping along the edges of memories made painful by her situation. Training only worked for so long as distraction; the dragons and even some of her fellow Redsworn seemed to think there was such a thing as 'too much', and the interruptions hadn't been welcome.

So now, she was outside. Away from good intentions, with her bright armor at least partially obscured by the cloak she wore, the thick grey material draped over her shoulders. Her suit and armor were enough for keeping her warm, but she'd appreciated the extra coverage.

The kaldorei people had boundary markers, signifying where their territory ended. That new tracks had come through this way gave her pause, trail signs showing indications of heavy steps; not animal, certainly, and the local elf population didn't leave these sorts of prints behind. Curousity got the better of her: pulling her hood up over the helmet she'd been loaned, Carolina set off after it - whoever it was.

of course :D

[trampledintheprocess]

As Carolina followed, it didn't really take too long to reach the end of the armored footprint trail in the woods. By that point, Washington had stopped, leaning against a nearby tree. The headache hadn't really faded, and he figured he could stop for a bit. There'd been no signs of enemies.

The gray and yellow armor should have been quite familiar. Wash didn't realize he had company yet.

[guerriera]

Learning to move quietly here hadn't taken her long. Even without the camo unit to give her additional stealth, Carolina had always been something of a quick study. Whoever she was following hadn't, but there were no trails of blood, so evidently they weren't injured. At least, not in ways she could follow.

The familiar armor shape brought her up short as she paused just behind the treeline, and the colours-- "Washington?" She stepped forwards at once, ignoring the flicker of hope she felt as she moved towards him.

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington turned quickly in response to hearing that voice. "Carolina?" He hadn't seen her in the Sanctum. But considering there were other flights, it was possible she could have been with another group.

A flicker of memories and pain started going through his head from the aftermath of Epsilon's removal combined with the familiar voice, which led to him putting a hand on his head. "It's good to see a familiar face."

If Carolina was listening carefully, there's the sound of an animal of some kind nearby, but staying out of sight. Washington missed it because of the headache.

[guerriera]

There's no mistaking that voice, helmet filter and all, and the surge of relief Carolina felt pushed her forwards at once. Her steps picked up their pace the moment he raised his hand, however, concern immediate. He didn't look injured, yet..

"Steady, Wash." She reached to provide support, to press a palm to his shoulder if he needed it. "How long have you been here? Are you hurt?" She paused at the rustle of leaves, movement in the shrubbery, but kept herself calm. Whatever it was, they'd be ready for it, but for the moment, her priority was her teammate.

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington was definitely feeling reassured at having Carolina here. "I haven't been here long. I was in recovery from the AI removal, then everything was fuzzy until I found myself in the Bronze Sanctum." Take that as you will of if he was hurt.

"Are we the only ones here?"

[guerriera]

"So far, we're the only ones from the ship." She knew North and South had gone to the recovery ward, to be there when he came around again. Guilt turned her stomach a moment, then she pressed on. "I don't know who else survived the crash. But so far, you and I are the only ones on Azeroth. C'mon," she tugged his arm gently, indicating he could lean on her if needed. "We'll find somewhere safe to set down. Bronze, huh?"

She eyed their surroundings again, mentally wishing she still had her guns.

[trampledintheprocess]

"Understood. North and South were in recovery when I woke up. I remember that... Everything else is hazy, and my head hasn't stopped hurting." He was willing enough to accept the offer of someone to lean on. "Thanks boss." There a bit of a pause. "Yes. The Bronze Sanctum is the strangest place I've ever felt like I belonged at."

The noises of the stalking animal were getting closer. There was soft call that probably sounded like nothing they've heard before. A native might recognize it as a raptor.

[guerriera]

Her lips thinned to hear him mention the pain, and she shifted his arm so that she could better support him if need be. "Has it been like that since you woke up, or only since you got here?" She could feel the back of her neck throb in sympathy.

Then Carolina froze, comments regarding the Bronze Dragonflight stalling on her tongue as her eyes swept the forest. Pity neither were a native, or had one on hand.

"..The hell was that."

B, and apologies for being late.

[windandrain]

Agent Washington isn't the only person who's incredibly uncomfortable inside the Bronze Sanctum. Saori had left shortly before his arrival, and had very little intention of ever going back. Silverglen Retreat was a delight, by comparison, and she'd set up a little camp in the forest not far from the Bronze Sanctum's portal. Just in case.

And that's how she spotted the newcomer, as he exits the sanctuary she happens to be nearby. The armor is difficult to miss and in a way, it's a familiar thing but she can't quite place it. Regardless, it's a new person, and even though she's not terribly fond of the whole...dragonflight...thing, she knows she should at least be friendly. So she approached, waving to get his attention.

"Hello there!"

No worries. And I'm going to assume this is prior to meeting Carolina.

[trampledintheprocess]

Wash started a bit at the sudden greeting out of nowhere. Why was someone camping out here? He wasn't in the best shape, and he's still unsteady, but he still thought clearly enough to consider that. "Uh... Hello."

Perfectly okay

[windandrain]

Saori steps closer, not getting too near, but not hiding her presence either. There's no point in that, really. She points back towards the sanctum portal, and asks "A new arrival for the Bronze...dragonflight?"

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington nodded at that. "I just found myself in that place. I was in recovery before I got here." He paused. "Who are you?"

[windandrain]

"I'm a conscript of the same dragonflight as you," Saori replied with a sardonic smile. She's not bitter at all, no sir. "I am Saori. And you are?"

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington nodded at that. "As good a way of describing it as any. Agent Washington of the UNSC."

[windandrain]

UNSC. The armor. That's what finally makes it click for her. Her brow furrows, recognition of...something apparent on her face. She remains silent for a moment, before finally nodding and speaking up again. "It's nice to meet you, Agent Washington. I'm sorry, I just...did you say UNSC?"

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington nodded at that. "Nice to meet you as well. And yes, I did. You've heard of it?" That was a surprise, given the situation.

A

[mortalforged]

There is a woman who appears to be a bipedal cow staring in his direction, smiling faintly. She wasn't there fifteen seconds ago.

"Greetings, champion."

[trampledintheprocess]

Wash can't help jumping at the sudden appearance of the cow. He's starting to think he may be losing it. And the headache and disorientation isn't helping.

"Champion? Me?"

[mortalforged]

"You are a bronze dragonsworn-- a champion of our flight." She is warm and patient, lacking some of the flighty qualities of her brethren. "I am Lanadormi. If you require anything, I will do my best to accommodate you."

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington shook his head at that. "Why me? There were other Freelancers you could have as champions. I'm not that good."

He sighed though. "I don't think there is anything that you can do for what happened to me before here. It's not a normal injury."

[mortalforged]

Lana shook her head, her beads protesting softly from the movement. "It is not a precise thing, unfortunately. But remember this: power and skill are not the only things that make you desirable as a fighter, or as a friend." Wash had heart.

Her eyebrows rose slightly when he mentioned his old injury. "It is something healing magic cannot cure, then?"

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington eyed Lana carefully. Okay, he had some pride "I have skills... I just wasn't the best. I was good enough to be on the rankings high enough for..." There's a flicker of discomfort at the memory of what happened, but the helmet hides it well. "Never mind."

"I don't know what magic healing can fix."

[mortalforged]

"Flesh wounds," she offered. "Broken bones. Sometimes, sickness. What is this wound you were given?" She sensed it ran much deeper, but her healing hands could only help so much.

[trampledintheprocess]

Washington shook his head at that. "What the AI did, I don't think it was physical, even if my head hurts. And with how short a time he was in my head, I shouldn't have too many issues." He's neglecting to mention the fact that said AI basically killed itself in his head before removal.