[ Though Darma’s words had flitted in and out of her ears during the descent, mainly due to the effect the downfall had on Aranea’s body, she got the gist of her message and their current predicament. Much of the background is indecipherable to the dragoon, but noen of them has time to spare thought on the extraneous.
She is strong, but not to the point where the landing isn’t going to place considerable stress on her body. Either her landing is aided and she is spared injury, or she leaves her pod with need of first aid, or perhaps a bit of both will come into play. Regardless, when Aranea exits, a decidedly wry smile melts onto her mouth, a raspy laugh scrapping at her throat. ]
And here I thought I was already an expert at crash landings.
[ Raising a hand to her forehead, Aranea struggles against the headache throbbing in her temple. She observes her surroundings, knowing that it’s her job to help the people that will arrive next. The time to get workin’ can never come too early. She also hasn’t had the time to notice at this point that her clothes are so ripped and bloody that she, like most of the other refugees, is half-naked. ]
II — THE OUTLOOK.
[ Some time after the landing, Aranea’s already thrust herself in full force to accomplish their shared task of making sure everyone survives. Whenever she takes debris away to make room for either the survivors, or to put together an escape route, she doesn’t bother to keep quiet, indulging in a series of grunts whenever the effort becomes particularly extraneous.
It is likely that Aranea’s work will be easier with help from well, anyone that’s not about to get in her way. Or, maybe there’s people watching as she hurls the pieces of debris away, using her spear to clear any dense foliage in their way. ]
Faster we scram, faster we can all get out of this mess. [ She reminds whoever she’s with. Hurry up, completely worthwhile advice, in her opinion. ]
III — CAMPING.
[ After their day of sudden adventurin’ comes to a close, Aranea puts together one of the small tents that she gets her grubby hands on. Even at this point, she’s not particularly tired… in fact, for some reason that may be unknown to the observer, she appears positively rejuvenated, as if this is the moment that she has been waiting for quite some time.
To plant her two feet on solid ground is something else, that’s basically what she’ll profess when asked.
When in this type of setting, Aranea’s mind wanders to procuring fresh game so that they can eat. She’ll ask if anyone ‘not entirely worthless’ would like to aid her, before going off to find some.
Eventually, and regardless of whether or not she has a hunting companion, she arrives holding two freshly slain rabbits, carrying them by their ears. Aranea looks at her new comrade at arms, and asks them as a group, then one by one — ]
Anyone here know how to whip up something tasty? [ A pause, as her face contorts in a self-satisfied smirk. ] I could cook these... but don’t whine if your meal ends up over-seasoned.
IV — WILDCARD.
[ Anything else can go here! I tried to make the prompts open-ended, feel free to spin off them to your hearts desire. My contact is biotics! ]
aranea highwind | third wave
[ Though Darma’s words had flitted in and out of her ears during the descent, mainly due to the effect the downfall had on Aranea’s body, she got the gist of her message and their current predicament. Much of the background is indecipherable to the dragoon, but noen of them has time to spare thought on the extraneous.
She is strong, but not to the point where the landing isn’t going to place considerable stress on her body. Either her landing is aided and she is spared injury, or she leaves her pod with need of first aid, or perhaps a bit of both will come into play. Regardless, when Aranea exits, a decidedly wry smile melts onto her mouth, a raspy laugh scrapping at her throat. ]
And here I thought I was already an expert at crash landings.
[ Raising a hand to her forehead, Aranea struggles against the headache throbbing in her temple. She observes her surroundings, knowing that it’s her job to help the people that will arrive next. The time to get workin’ can never come too early. She also hasn’t had the time to notice at this point that her clothes are so ripped and bloody that she, like most of the other refugees, is half-naked. ]
II — THE OUTLOOK.
[ Some time after the landing, Aranea’s already thrust herself in full force to accomplish their shared task of making sure everyone survives. Whenever she takes debris away to make room for either the survivors, or to put together an escape route, she doesn’t bother to keep quiet, indulging in a series of grunts whenever the effort becomes particularly extraneous.
It is likely that Aranea’s work will be easier with help from well, anyone that’s not about to get in her way. Or, maybe there’s people watching as she hurls the pieces of debris away, using her spear to clear any dense foliage in their way. ]
Faster we scram, faster we can all get out of this mess. [ She reminds whoever she’s with. Hurry up, completely worthwhile advice, in her opinion. ]
III — CAMPING.
[ After their day of sudden adventurin’ comes to a close, Aranea puts together one of the small tents that she gets her grubby hands on. Even at this point, she’s not particularly tired… in fact, for some reason that may be unknown to the observer, she appears positively rejuvenated, as if this is the moment that she has been waiting for quite some time.
To plant her two feet on solid ground is something else, that’s basically what she’ll profess when asked.
When in this type of setting, Aranea’s mind wanders to procuring fresh game so that they can eat. She’ll ask if anyone ‘not entirely worthless’ would like to aid her, before going off to find some.
Eventually, and regardless of whether or not she has a hunting companion, she arrives holding two freshly slain rabbits, carrying them by their ears. Aranea looks at her new comrade at arms, and asks them as a group, then one by one — ]
Anyone here know how to whip up something tasty? [ A pause, as her face contorts in a self-satisfied smirk. ] I could cook these... but don’t whine if your meal ends up over-seasoned.
IV — WILDCARD.
[ Anything else can go here! I tried to make the prompts open-ended, feel free to spin off them to your hearts desire. My contact is