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Who: Garrus (officer_garrus) and anybody who feels like rescuing him
When: After the maze forms
Where: The maze
Format: Paragraph, past-tense
What: Garrus decides to explore the maze, but is unprepared for the mist effects.
Warnings: Violence
Garrus kept one hand on the maze wall, as if to anchor himself. When he came to a fork in the path, he picked a direction and went on his way, making sure to mark an 'X' in the ground so he could find his way back later.
The turian hand't been here in Anatole long, but he knew this maze hadn't been here before. Garrus wasn't one to stand by and let others do the exploring. After work, and one Forge message later, here he was.
Strange, Garrus mused. Did the mist just get thicker? Nothing was happening, so the turian kept going. Garrus Vakarian didn't get scared that easily.
A noise to his left made the former vigilante swing his gun that way. Nothing. Not putting his gun down, Garrus turned the corner. The sound came again, closer this time, and the turian turned the next corner right as a husk came out of nowhere, moaning and running at him, swinging it's arms wildly.
The turian gasped and shot at it. As that husk fell dead, another one came out. Everytime Garrus felled one, two or three more took its place. Husks, here? What was going on?
When: After the maze forms
Where: The maze
Format: Paragraph, past-tense
What: Garrus decides to explore the maze, but is unprepared for the mist effects.
Warnings: Violence
Garrus kept one hand on the maze wall, as if to anchor himself. When he came to a fork in the path, he picked a direction and went on his way, making sure to mark an 'X' in the ground so he could find his way back later.
The turian hand't been here in Anatole long, but he knew this maze hadn't been here before. Garrus wasn't one to stand by and let others do the exploring. After work, and one Forge message later, here he was.
Strange, Garrus mused. Did the mist just get thicker? Nothing was happening, so the turian kept going. Garrus Vakarian didn't get scared that easily.
A noise to his left made the former vigilante swing his gun that way. Nothing. Not putting his gun down, Garrus turned the corner. The sound came again, closer this time, and the turian turned the next corner right as a husk came out of nowhere, moaning and running at him, swinging it's arms wildly.
The turian gasped and shot at it. As that husk fell dead, another one came out. Everytime Garrus felled one, two or three more took its place. Husks, here? What was going on?