[Ava's a little disoriented when she lands on the ground below, but it's not necessarily a bad thing, even if she's still reeling a little. That brief weightlessness that truncated into her feet on the ground here, her duffel bag still slung over her shoulder. She took everything she considered useful out of the starter kit; she prefers her own bag.
She takes a moment, just looking up at the sky, the way the light reflects on the water. She remembers her first arrival not too far from here, the trauma of the escape pods crashing, the mad dash to try and soften their landings, get everyone down safely, out of the heated metal, deal with warped hatches and blocked doors.
The calm of it is almost a welcome change, and she'll talk to anyone that happens to catch her eyes, a slight gesture toward the light display.] It's pretty, isn't it?
II. Extreme Weather
[It's a pleasant enough night, and Ava's still getting her bearings after coming out of cryo again, so she decides to explore. She doesn't plan to go too far, but she's the sort of person that tends to push boundaries, especially when she gets caught up in reacclimating herself to the lay of the land, seeing if everything is as she remembers it, heading toward the lake with the lilypads.
And that's how she gets caught in the middle of a blizzard.
She's certainly not dressed for it, and the trees don't offer much protection. She curses under her breath, looking up at the sky in blatant confusion as the snow falls, catching in her redhair. Thankfully she's not too badly affected by the cold, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable in the clothes she's wearing. She could use her powers, but she's not that desperate yet. She starts looking for shelter, heading in the the direction where the soil gets rockier and hoping she can find a cave or something. She knows what direction it is back to the camp Voss had set up, but with the wind and the biting cold whipping snow through the air in near sheets of snow, it's dicey.
So maybe that cave she finds is already taken, or she bumps into someone else caught in this freak storm in the middle of April and too far South. Hopefully they can work together until it passes?]
III. Memories Revisited
[She recognizes this place. That's a jarring, uncomfortable realization, because it's gone, lost to the Storm.
The fact that she's not alone in this is both a boon and a terror, because this feels like a memory. And Ava is very intimately familiar with what memories feel like, how they taste on your tongue and roll inside of your mind. So she's sure that's what she's looking at, and she swallows uncomfortably, her jaw tight.]
Are you seeing this too?
IV. Time to Travel
[Ava had intended to just head back to Olympia, more because it was where she'd been staying last time around rather than any particular sense of loyalty or affection for the city. She's never been to Wyver and she's not the sort of person to make judgments without information. However, the flying serpents definitely catch her eyes, and after a while just taking them in, marveling at the sight, and she eventually takes one out for a ride. Maybe you've found yourself riding a flying mount too; how about a race?
Once she has her feet on solid ground again, she's beaming, grinning slyly as she makes her way through the wares on offer, picking up a few things here and there: dragon's blood, an Olympian coat that caught her eyes. She talks interestedly with one of the Wyverns about the Volkkran Pact, and while she still wants to go check on Olympia, she thinks, she's already planning a visit to Wyver, sooner rather than later. She listens to them talk about their weaponcrafting and hums quietly in approval.]
Which way are you headed?
[To a refugee she hasn't met before, it's idle curiosity, but to someone she's seen before, it's a more intentional question, trying to tally which of the people she cares about are where.]
V. A Note
[ooc: Everyone who tags into the Memory Share prompt gets a different memory! Lmk if you want something happy/sad/etc either in the subject line, or by hitting me up, elsewise I'll pick. If you want to plot specifics, I'm on Discord (natalia_vdova#0150) and on Plurk natalia_vdova. I'm totally willing to write up personalized prompts, so if none of these suit your fancy, let's work something out!]
Ava Orlova | Marvel / Forever Red
[Ava's a little disoriented when she lands on the ground below, but it's not necessarily a bad thing, even if she's still reeling a little. That brief weightlessness that truncated into her feet on the ground here, her duffel bag still slung over her shoulder. She took everything she considered useful out of the starter kit; she prefers her own bag.
She takes a moment, just looking up at the sky, the way the light reflects on the water. She remembers her first arrival not too far from here, the trauma of the escape pods crashing, the mad dash to try and soften their landings, get everyone down safely, out of the heated metal, deal with warped hatches and blocked doors.
The calm of it is almost a welcome change, and she'll talk to anyone that happens to catch her eyes, a slight gesture toward the light display.] It's pretty, isn't it?
II. Extreme Weather
[It's a pleasant enough night, and Ava's still getting her bearings after coming out of cryo again, so she decides to explore. She doesn't plan to go too far, but she's the sort of person that tends to push boundaries, especially when she gets caught up in reacclimating herself to the lay of the land, seeing if everything is as she remembers it, heading toward the lake with the lilypads.
And that's how she gets caught in the middle of a blizzard.
She's certainly not dressed for it, and the trees don't offer much protection. She curses under her breath, looking up at the sky in blatant confusion as the snow falls, catching in her redhair. Thankfully she's not too badly affected by the cold, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable in the clothes she's wearing. She could use her powers, but she's not that desperate yet. She starts looking for shelter, heading in the the direction where the soil gets rockier and hoping she can find a cave or something. She knows what direction it is back to the camp Voss had set up, but with the wind and the biting cold whipping snow through the air in near sheets of snow, it's dicey.
So maybe that cave she finds is already taken, or she bumps into someone else caught in this freak storm in the middle of April and too far South. Hopefully they can work together until it passes?]
III. Memories Revisited
[She recognizes this place. That's a jarring, uncomfortable realization, because it's gone, lost to the Storm.
The fact that she's not alone in this is both a boon and a terror, because this feels like a memory. And Ava is very intimately familiar with what memories feel like, how they taste on your tongue and roll inside of your mind. So she's sure that's what she's looking at, and she swallows uncomfortably, her jaw tight.]
Are you seeing this too?
IV. Time to Travel
[Ava had intended to just head back to Olympia, more because it was where she'd been staying last time around rather than any particular sense of loyalty or affection for the city. She's never been to Wyver and she's not the sort of person to make judgments without information. However, the flying serpents definitely catch her eyes, and after a while just taking them in, marveling at the sight, and she eventually takes one out for a ride. Maybe you've found yourself riding a flying mount too; how about a race?
Once she has her feet on solid ground again, she's beaming, grinning slyly as she makes her way through the wares on offer, picking up a few things here and there: dragon's blood, an Olympian coat that caught her eyes. She talks interestedly with one of the Wyverns about the Volkkran Pact, and while she still wants to go check on Olympia, she thinks, she's already planning a visit to Wyver, sooner rather than later. She listens to them talk about their weaponcrafting and hums quietly in approval.]
Which way are you headed?
[To a refugee she hasn't met before, it's idle curiosity, but to someone she's seen before, it's a more intentional question, trying to tally which of the people she cares about are where.]
V. A Note
[ooc: Everyone who tags into the Memory Share prompt gets a different memory! Lmk if you want something happy/sad/etc either in the subject line, or by hitting me up, elsewise I'll pick. If you want to plot specifics, I'm on Discord (natalia_vdova#0150) and on Plurk