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wilderlogs2018-04-26 06:35 pm
unsealthecatbox) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-26 06:35 pm
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[OPEN] Suddenly, a newcomer appears -- Intro Post
Who: Ange Ushiromiya + You
What: Introduction during the hike
Where: Somewhere on the path. There's some fog.
When: During the journey to Weathertop
Warnings/Notes: None
[One moment you're minding your own business and leaving after a meeting with someone you had wanted to talk with urgently, the next moment you're falling down a pit with leaves. There's also a voice in your head saying you-don't-know-what about some places you don't know and about how you will get the powers to help.
All Ange can think at that moment is 'I don't need this right now'. Or ever. She was too busy for this. But, as usual, she has no say in the matter. May as well try to see what's up with this, try to get done with it as soon as possible.
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I
There's all this fog -- is anyone surprised? Where there are hills, there's fog. What you may not have expected, though, is another traveller approaching while you're resting with everyone else.
Maybe you'll hear her steps before you actually see her, due to the fog. When you finally do, you may see a silhouette approaching and stopping a short distance away. Ange can't see well through the fog, she sees a few vague shapes she recognizes as people. Several people, in fact. Is this where that weird force was leading her to? She isn't sure. Ange takes a deep breath and says loudly, with the kind of tone that shows she has her guard up]
Do you know the Borough and something about mirrors?
[Better make sure she's not about to get in middle of a group that may not even be the ones she's looking for. The voices specifically mentioned the Brugh and communication through mirrors, Ange even pronounced badly the name of that place to try to get someone to correct her. Only somebody in the same situation than her would do that, right?
II
Okay, things are relatively in order right now. She's with the group she's supposed to be, so all is fine on that regard. The problem is that she has absolutely no idea where to start with...everything she's supposed to do now, whatever that is. Those spirits really should learn to be direct and concise when whispering stuff, she thinks]
Okay, I think I have a bad grasp on the situation. Mind telling me what's the current plan?
[It seems to her she appeared in the middle of something, given how people are gathering supplies and look like they're on their way to some place. If she's going to be part of this, then she really wants to know what's going on]
What: Introduction during the hike
Where: Somewhere on the path. There's some fog.
When: During the journey to Weathertop
Warnings/Notes: None
[One moment you're minding your own business and leaving after a meeting with someone you had wanted to talk with urgently, the next moment you're falling down a pit with leaves. There's also a voice in your head saying you-don't-know-what about some places you don't know and about how you will get the powers to help.
All Ange can think at that moment is 'I don't need this right now'. Or ever. She was too busy for this. But, as usual, she has no say in the matter. May as well try to see what's up with this, try to get done with it as soon as possible.
---
I
There's all this fog -- is anyone surprised? Where there are hills, there's fog. What you may not have expected, though, is another traveller approaching while you're resting with everyone else.
Maybe you'll hear her steps before you actually see her, due to the fog. When you finally do, you may see a silhouette approaching and stopping a short distance away. Ange can't see well through the fog, she sees a few vague shapes she recognizes as people. Several people, in fact. Is this where that weird force was leading her to? She isn't sure. Ange takes a deep breath and says loudly, with the kind of tone that shows she has her guard up]
Do you know the Borough and something about mirrors?
[Better make sure she's not about to get in middle of a group that may not even be the ones she's looking for. The voices specifically mentioned the Brugh and communication through mirrors, Ange even pronounced badly the name of that place to try to get someone to correct her. Only somebody in the same situation than her would do that, right?
II
Okay, things are relatively in order right now. She's with the group she's supposed to be, so all is fine on that regard. The problem is that she has absolutely no idea where to start with...everything she's supposed to do now, whatever that is. Those spirits really should learn to be direct and concise when whispering stuff, she thinks]
Okay, I think I have a bad grasp on the situation. Mind telling me what's the current plan?
[It seems to her she appeared in the middle of something, given how people are gathering supplies and look like they're on their way to some place. If she's going to be part of this, then she really wants to know what's going on]
no subject
[Said with the dryest tone she can muster because she's not amused. Was she some sort of afterthought? That's how it feels to her, since she seems to have arrived so late]
Look at me. Do I look like I'm anything other than a normal human?
no subject
No, but I don't know. One of the guys here looks normal and has a dragon. I got no idea what your deal is.
no subject
[Ange puts a hand on a hip, staring at Dixon with something that seems to be borderline condescending yet puzzled. Are things really like that here? Well she did see a form through the fog that could or could not be a dragon, but she didn't check closer. Maybe he's telling the truth]
I mean it, I'm a normal human girl. I don't know what kind of people you all are, but I'm nothing extraordinaire.
no subject
He meets her condescension with a thuggish, offended glare.]
Well, we ain't all the same, and I'm a normal human, too. If you are what you say.
no subject
...I'm sorry you're involved in all of this, then. Normal people are the best toys those with magic like to mess with.
[She's used to it already, but at least she had gone willingly in her time with the witches]
no subject
[He wasn't even thinking of it that way - as if he were being yanked around by an entity he could actually feel slighted by - but now he is, and he feels even grumpier about his current troubles. The lack of cigarettes, the hike, the crushing sense of responsibility, the being surrounded by teenagers acting like they know more than him, all these things he seriously didn't ask for.]
We might be the only ones here who are, anyway. Like I said, most of the people here are from different planets or species. We got one chick from Bermuda.
no subject
[Watch out, she says, as if she's going to be ambushed by anyone in the group]
no subject
[What a surprise, with a charming, friendly personality like his. He's got some bruises and cuts on his face from fights he's spoiled into over the last few weeks.]
Just so you know, we're going to be walking all day. And all of tomorrow and the day after, too. And probably after that. [That note of despair comes back to his voice, but he figures at least she should probably be able to keep up some. She isn't carrying a ton and seems young and able enough.]
no subject
[She can sympathize with not liking most people, that's for sure]
That should be fine. It's not what I'm used to, but hiking hasn't ever hurt anyone.
[She holds the sack of water she has, testing its weight just in case. Yeah, she supposes she can carry it, maybe another at once]
no subject
[The glare he shoots her is a decent rebuff to "hiking hasn't ever hurt anyone". Hiking hurts plenty. Hiking for ten miles when you're a middle-aged lifelong smoker with a binge-drinking problem and no prior experience hiking is up there with waterboarding.]
no subject
[She manages to react as nonchalantly as possible to the glare. Get some exercise, old guy!]
Don't worry, I'll stay out of your way for the most part. I don't mean to insult your hospitality, but I'm not much of a gregarious person either.
no subject
[He starts his weary, resentful trudge.]
Good, then we'll get along fine. It's not like I have much breath for talking during this trip anyway.