[Thread] 72 hours and counting

[darkrangerqueen]

Characters: Sylvanas Windrunner (OU), Leon Kennedy (OU)
Where: The empty lot -- Interestingly, the place where those two went down during the flashback attack.
When: As the wall crumbles.
Summary: The team look out into the wastes.
Warnings: None.

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[yersmalltime]

Leon was stone-faced against the wasteland before them. But inside, the pit of his stomach had hollowed out in response to the emptiness. He remembered his suggestion a year ago, to somehow take a scouting party beyond the Obex and search for other settlements. For any survivors who might still be out there, hiding from the Entropi and waiting to be saved

[darkrangerqueen]

Idiot. The whole reason she directed a handful of minions ahead of them was to prevent him from going first: Leon was worth more than all these mindless puppets. Still, Sylvanas waited for his signal; she used the time to survey the horizon. At his nod she leaped neatly over the remains of the Obex and landed in a crouch beside him, one hand touching the earth.

On this side, wind wandered over the barren plain and rattled the branches of the dead trees. She inhaled, and scented...dust. Little else. The leaves disintegrated under her fingers. Fear found her then, as she comprehended the extent of the desolation. Even though her spiritual connection to the living world had been severed years ago, the land's thin cries still reached her through all her mundane senses.

"This place..." the undead elf began, but could not find the words to finish her thought.

(OOC: Whenever Leon utters the words from his recent post, Sylvanas will respond to them.)

[yersmalltime]

OOC: That'll be towards the end of this, I expect. ^_^ And you should've had Sylv mutter whatever Thalassian or Gutterspeak are for 'idiot'; got a funny idea I'll be PMing you about. XDRight then, another gust of wind enveloped the kneeling duo. Leon blinked against the dust motes caught in his eyes, lifted a hand to wipe them off. When he lowered it, he found gray and black ashes resting in his gloved palm. They could have been the remains of anything. Blades of grass. Twigs and tree branches. Cement from a project in some faraway village

[darkrangerqueen]

"No. Not nearby." The ranger's red eyes burned in their sockets. "We must focus on our own survival." She too remembered how the Keepers had chosen to make their case, by forcing the residents of Econtra into a shared vision of their enemies' destruction. A second death, a nightmare death. Standing, Sylvanas whispered a phrase in a voice thin and hollow as the wind. "Shindu fallah na...They are closing in," she translated absently.

The next moment the communicator was in her hand and raised to her lips. Sylvanas began to rapidly issue her commands. When she realized the device wasn't working, she cursed sharply and darted back inside the compound. There, she started over. Pacing to and fro, restless, feral, calculating, she once again radiated the aura of the passionate general Leon so believed in. And Econtra had finally allowed her to play that role, now, so close to a real battle.