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[open] i can't get the balance right
Who| Thane Krios and OPEN + special guests Lindsey McDonald & Dualscar
What| Encounters in a desert leading to death. Open to anyone who wants to run into him before he runs into Lindsey and Dualscar and dies.
Where| Various sections of the desert arena. Thane's wandering!
When| throughout the second week.
Warnings/Notes| injury, death, violence.
The night was colder than he had thought it would be. Strange, somewhat, that the friendly warmth of it could change so quickly to something dangerous to him. He should have known it would not last.
There was little shelter, and searching for it would lead to encounters with others he did not want. Still he tried, found places to settle for a brief rest and then moved on. The screens were tantalizing, but he ignored them as much as he could. Shepard's face had not been blazoned across the sky. She was alive, and while he was stuck here he could do nothing for her. Could not protect her, could not give her aid or information or anything.
If he was in the Capitol - the idea had crossed his mind a few times. It would be more beneficial to her if he died, here, was able to talk to others on her behalf. Nothing had come of it yet, and he knew how well she would take the idea, but still. It was hard to keep entirely out of his mind. For now he kept moving. He had rationed the water Timaeus had sent him, and he did not need much. He had hunted, though the absence of a weapon had made it somewhat risky. He was not well provisioned, but he had enough to keep him alive perhaps a day or two more before he needed to find some way to obtain more. He would have to make a choice of some kind then.
What| Encounters in a desert leading to death. Open to anyone who wants to run into him before he runs into Lindsey and Dualscar and dies.
Where| Various sections of the desert arena. Thane's wandering!
When| throughout the second week.
Warnings/Notes| injury, death, violence.
The night was colder than he had thought it would be. Strange, somewhat, that the friendly warmth of it could change so quickly to something dangerous to him. He should have known it would not last.
There was little shelter, and searching for it would lead to encounters with others he did not want. Still he tried, found places to settle for a brief rest and then moved on. The screens were tantalizing, but he ignored them as much as he could. Shepard's face had not been blazoned across the sky. She was alive, and while he was stuck here he could do nothing for her. Could not protect her, could not give her aid or information or anything.
If he was in the Capitol - the idea had crossed his mind a few times. It would be more beneficial to her if he died, here, was able to talk to others on her behalf. Nothing had come of it yet, and he knew how well she would take the idea, but still. It was hard to keep entirely out of his mind. For now he kept moving. He had rationed the water Timaeus had sent him, and he did not need much. He had hunted, though the absence of a weapon had made it somewhat risky. He was not well provisioned, but he had enough to keep him alive perhaps a day or two more before he needed to find some way to obtain more. He would have to make a choice of some kind then.
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"You don't look too human to me," he pointed out when he managed to get his his composure back, enough to point the scythe forward, but not attacking yet.
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"I am a drell. An alien, to your species." The odds seem high that this man comes from a time when space travel has not yet been achieved.
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"Or other dimensional beings too, though usually they're touchy at being called aliens." Lindsey took another step forward and suddenly leaped forward, the bounding step hopefully putting him into range as he swung his great scythe. It was a move that would take time to recover from though, so if the other moved fast, he might get that head start he wanted.
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He felt the blade slice into his chest as he threw himself away from it, but he would take that recovery time as the moment he needed. Lingering here was only going to lead to his death, and he was not yet certain that would be a good move. So he ran, moved as quickly as he could into the darkness, looking to let the dunes and shadows cover him.
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Sighing, he lowered his scythe and let the guy go. "Next time then," he said into the air with a sardonic grin and turned to go the other way.