-Meanwhile, a weary-looking samurai, his sword propped up against the wall behind him, is sitting at the far end of the same hallway that Asagi's room happens to be on, having managed to convince the innkeep to let him sleep there if he so wished, as uncomfortable as it might be.-
-He stares at the group of people gathering around Asagi's room, having been rudely awoken from his slumber.-
Auron: "...mind telling me what's going on?"
edited 1st Aug '16 12:24:22 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.Nowhere
B312 got to walking. Just from looking over at the cobbled-together collection of wooden houses he knew he'd have quite a journey ahead of him. He was thankful the MJOLNIR's hydrostatic gel layer could regulate body temperature - a quick glance at his wrist-mounted TACPAD confirmed a temperature of approximately 42 degrees Celsius outside.
Barely 20 seconds after he'd started his walk, his motion sensor rose to life - a red dot directly behind him. B312 spun around, his firearm raised to the sky momentarily before he trained it on the target at hand...
Middle of Nowhere
From up on high Naomi could spot the small town below. The parachute flapped in the wind, and she kept a grip on the nylon steering lines to make sure she'd be able to land. A dull roar overhead signified the Exuberance roaring towards dirt; it'd hit soon. She noted the general direction it was heading off in and mentally noted to go find it later.
Of course, as she drifted down into the streets, a sudden gust of wind whipped between the buildings, giving the parachute-bound Naomi a sudden burst of speed. She took a moment to remember how to slow down, but unfortunately, that moment was a little too much time to think.
Naomi Studwick's introduction to Asagi's inn room came when the spacesuit-clad woman shattered the window leading to the outside and flopped to the floor in a disgraceful heap, the parachute slowly settling in over her.
edited 1st Aug '16 12:26:39 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Left. Right. Left. Right...
The body of Urdnot Turax was mostly set to autopilot as he kept walking across the wastes. His brain was too busy processing all the information his senses were providing him with. The pleasant warmth shining down on him. The refreshing winds dancing against his skin. The soft sands underneath his feet. The abundant mana, running in bountiful leylines through the ground and waiting to be tapped into. The faint radiation permeating the air, telling tales of great destruction long past. The distant cries of the vultures circling overhead, hoping to find an easy meal in him.
Oh yes, one thing was certain. He had set foot on this world mere hours ago, and he already knew: This place was a paradise, almost rivaling his own homeworld in its beauty.
But as much as he enjoyed his solitude, he came here for a different purpose. And while he could continue to just walk forward, enjoying nature in all its facets for weeks, he was silently hoping to soon come across something resembling civilization. Knowledge. History. People.
Books.
Turax had to admit, there was one more thing this world had in common with his home, and that was the lack of trees. Even if he should make his way into a city, his chances to find Grand Archives stacked to the roof with books were very slim.
No world can be perfect, he figured. And besides, if he-
~THUD!~
Pain. Very little of it. A stimulus to alert him, make him focus, nothing more. His right foot hit something hard and metaly. He looked down, which was not an easy feat for a Krogan, given the way their necks sat on their bodies.
Rails. How did he not notice those? He must have been really lost in thought, and... as his eyes followed the rails, a grin appeared on his scaly face.
Buildings. A town, even. About two miles from his current position. Maybe an hour walk, possibly longer as he was in no hurry.
And they seem to be made out of wood, so there might be a library after all.
Urdnot Turax adjusted his direction and continued walking.
TWO DAYS LATER
A large, bipedal lizard man in imposing space armor enters the saloon.
He carries a leather bag on his back, and a huge shotgun on his hip.
"Greetings", he addresses noone in particular, "do you folks have a good watchmaker in this town? I think mine might be broken."
Roy: "Seems Miss Asagi here got spooked by a spider then tried to give it some misplaced frontier justice to it, albeit unsuccessfully."
-*Then notices the large lizard guy.*
@Urdnot "Just got here so no"
-*Cue Naomi*
"Da blazing hell?!"
-*This Novakid gets to be spacegirl's welcome mat before he tried to combat roll outta the way.*
edited 1st Aug '16 12:34:46 PM by MrKirb
Auron: "..."
-With a sigh, the man heaves himself up from the floor and shrugs his jug of alcohol and his sword onto his shoulders, and walks over to where all the commotion's at, peeking into the room himself.-
"Impressive landing. I would have expected you to hit the side of the building."
-he glances over in Urdnot Turax's direction, giving a brief nod-
Be kind.Middle of Nowhere Inn
For a few moments Naomi rested. Okay. Maybe she'd just crashed into a building that she didn't even know about, but she wasn't dead, had most of her equipment with her, and most importantly, she wasn't dead (that part bore repeating).
After a moment she then realized that some unfortunate sucker had broken her fall. And that this was a biodegradable emergency parachute. That biodegraded 15 seconds after landing.
Flammably.
Naomi: Shitshitshitshitshit!
The spacewoman jumped up and began hurriedly bunching together the parachute into a ball, revealing her true form for all to gaze at in horror
◊ and ignoring the alien she had just landed on (for the moment, anyways).
edited 1st Aug '16 12:38:05 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Nowhere
The figure in green kept making their way towards the town at a leisurely pace, continuing in a straight line, closing their eyes for a while to escape the blinding brightness of the planet's twin suns reflecting on the sand below.
That is, until they hear a couple footsteps in front of them, reopening their eyes just in time to see the Spartan levelling a rifle at them; Not they'd knew what that was, nor that they'd care, as their attention was more focused to looking at the footsteps Noble Six had left in the sand, tracing them back only to find a Spartan-shaped impression in the sand. Brushing off the question regarding how they got there without noticing, they turned back towards the armored figure in front of them, tentatively speaking up.
"Oh, ah, hello there?"
Whoever was hidden below these robes, their heavily accented voice clearly gave away that Six was dealing with a young man, barely stepping into adulthood.
Middle of Nowhere Inn Particular
After frantically gathering up the parachute into a ball, Naomi allowed her survival backpack to drop from her chest. With frantic speed, still uttering curses like a stalling engine, she slipped the parachute off, and tossed it out the window.
Before it even hit the ground, it disappeared in a blossom of flame.
Naomi panted for a few moments, satisfied that now she was safe, before turning back to the crowd she had fallen directly into.
Naomi: Uh... hi. -sheepishly waves-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Nowhere
B312 blinked. This kid didn't know what the Covenant was?
After a half-second's deliberation, he decided he wouldn't elaborate too much. If the kid didn't know, well... ignorance was bliss.
B312: Covenant. They don't like humans that much.
Middle of Nowhere Inn Particular
Roy's struggling would be futile - a moment's inspection would confirm that yes, Naomi had already managed to extricate herself from him.
Similarly, Turax's inspection of Naomi would find someone who looked vaguely like a scientist. Though the firearm stowed to her chest indicated she wasn't defenseless, she still carried herself like Tuchanka could chew her up and spit her out without thinking.
Like any other human not named Shepard, really.
Naomi: -to Asagi- Uh... sorry I made you do that.
-to Hastur- Yeah... accident. Could say that. Fucking Pinch Drive failed because of course the first time I make a multiversal transit in my life it dies on me.
-to Auron- Biodegradable parachute. It self-incinerates so that there's nothing to clean up, given it's an emergency chute.
I had to jump.
edited 1st Aug '16 1:12:11 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Asagi: I'm really really sorry >.<
I'm just a bit...jumpy whenever I wake up. ._.;
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