[Thread] Defeated
Characters: Sylvanas Windrunner (OU), Leon Kennedy (OU), anyone else who died near them
Where: Cafe/Empty lot area
When: At the beginning of part three, when everyone wakes up.
Summary: The queen of the Forsaken and her bodyguard recover. Others may drift by and interact with them.
Warnings: Sylvanas in a bad mood. Otherwise? Depends on who shows up.
She opened her eyes suddenly. Coarse grass and bits of rubble poked into her vision. She was lying on the ground, uncomfortably arched backwards over a piece of concrete, so the horizon tilted at a strange angle.
She remembered dying again.
Sylvanas rolled to her knees. She would have taken a few shaky breaths, except that she did not need to breathe like that. The dark ranger felt a little battered - probably by the fall - but otherwise in good physical condition. So it had been an illusory death. A trick. And an impossible feast of emotions for the ones who had arrived here.
Bitter, chest aching, the dark ranger rose to a crouch and moved fluidly to where Leon was sprawled only a few steps away. She then knelt beside him, uncertainty flowing over her features like curls of smoke. After a pause she touched his shoulder with her cold, gloved hand; when he did not stir, she pushed at it gently.
Where: Cafe/Empty lot area
When: At the beginning of part three, when everyone wakes up.
Summary: The queen of the Forsaken and her bodyguard recover. Others may drift by and interact with them.
Warnings: Sylvanas in a bad mood. Otherwise? Depends on who shows up.
She opened her eyes suddenly. Coarse grass and bits of rubble poked into her vision. She was lying on the ground, uncomfortably arched backwards over a piece of concrete, so the horizon tilted at a strange angle.
She remembered dying again.
Sylvanas rolled to her knees. She would have taken a few shaky breaths, except that she did not need to breathe like that. The dark ranger felt a little battered - probably by the fall - but otherwise in good physical condition. So it had been an illusory death. A trick. And an impossible feast of emotions for the ones who had arrived here.
Bitter, chest aching, the dark ranger rose to a crouch and moved fluidly to where Leon was sprawled only a few steps away. She then knelt beside him, uncertainty flowing over her features like curls of smoke. After a pause she touched his shoulder with her cold, gloved hand; when he did not stir, she pushed at it gently.