[ He groans, but he waves his hand dismissively anyway. ] Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. [ Only, no, they should worry. The bike is almost out of gas and they're in the middle of nowhere. ] We'll find a way out.
[ "Get lost somewhere"? That depends on the where. He can move around the city just fine, but don't get him in a nature-y spot. Fucking bugs bite him all the freaking time, it's a nightmare. ]
[ Caprica doesn't so much mind being a little lost - if she even had somewhere she needed to be to begin with. The woods are cool and green, full of the scent of pine and damp earth. A little like her projections, but different. Real.
She follows the sound of flowing water to its source, a shallow creek rippling through the underbrush. Without hesitation she steps in, the cool liquid rushing past and swirling round her ankles, the skirt of her dress just short enough that she doesn't need to hitch it up to keep the hem from getting wet. Smooth river rocks shift in the soil beneath her feet, and she reaches down to pick one up, turning it over in her palms. ]
[ A Raider was not made for land; however, there is she is, with a clumsy humanoid body, two legs and without the ability to fly. Without the ability to be in space, and lost in a strange location. There are green things on top of tall poles. Organic, yes. Like the soil. Pushing on, there are more of these green things and the cylon makes a strange sort of sound in her throat, a bit like an animal. There's something shining in the middle of a creek and she walks over. It shines like sun reflected in metal but the liquid isn't metal. Water. It's water.
Water and a cylon.
The Raider tilts her head (It? Her? Doesn't matter.) and walks closer. A model Six. That, she can recognize easily. Of course, she doesn't think it through, that the cylon might not recognize her as one of their own. After all, this humanoid form is only reserved to some models. As far as she is concerned, she thinks it's a little cruel to confine cylons to human-like faces. Clumsy. Not that useful for combat. No metal, but fragile skin. No weapons, but little bones
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[ The sound of movement behind her makes Caprica turn, straightening, as she allows the stone in her hands to slip back into the water. Immediately, there's... not recognition, not quite, but a sense of intense familiarity.
Her hands smooth out the skirt of her dress, and she smiles, though there's still that uncertain look in her eyes. ]
Hello. [ Soft, easy, curious. ] Are you lost?
[ There's something about this woman, something that gives Caprica an impression of metal and blood and killing instinct, something that would set her on edge if it wasn't so familiar. Without her own volition, she takes a step closer. ]
[ First, she blinks one eye, then the other, then both. It's strange to get used to eyes and to shifts of lights and shades. And colours. A lot of colours. And there are no mechanical processes inside her head.
It's all very strange. ]
Lost. [ Like she's tasting the word. The Raider sways a little, tilting her head and then looks around. Yes, lost should be the word for it. ] I'm lost. [ A bit stiff, mechanical in her words. She is looking at Caprica much like a soldier looks at a superior officer. There's some sort of obedience in the way she speaks, somehow. The Cylon woman is, after all, superior to her. She's just a Raider - and an useless one at that, now, with this body of flesh and bone. ]
I'm-- [ How to explain. ] Not like this. [ She has some difficulties pronouncing words, like she is still learning how to talk. ] Flesh and bone. [ Her hand scratches her forehead in frustration. Words are clearly not her thing. ] I'm you. [ No, wait. Not like Caprica, no, she's different, even if a Cylon. ] Like metal.
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I'm sorry. I thought I knew this place... [SIGH.]
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[ OR WILL THEY ]
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But pff. he hasn't been able to get anything right lately, this certainly doesn't help.]
I can check if there's something this way, if you wanna stay here and wait.
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She follows the sound of flowing water to its source, a shallow creek rippling through the underbrush. Without hesitation she steps in, the cool liquid rushing past and swirling round her ankles, the skirt of her dress just short enough that she doesn't need to hitch it up to keep the hem from getting wet. Smooth river rocks shift in the soil beneath her feet, and she reaches down to pick one up, turning it over in her palms. ]
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Water and a cylon.
The Raider tilts her head (It? Her? Doesn't matter.) and walks closer. A model Six. That, she can recognize easily. Of course, she doesn't think it through, that the cylon might not recognize her as one of their own. After all, this humanoid form is only reserved to some models. As far as she is concerned, she thinks it's a little cruel to confine cylons to human-like faces. Clumsy. Not that useful for combat. No metal, but fragile skin. No weapons, but little bones ( ... )
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Her hands smooth out the skirt of her dress, and she smiles, though there's still that uncertain look in her eyes. ]
Hello. [ Soft, easy, curious. ] Are you lost?
[ There's something about this woman, something that gives Caprica an impression of metal and blood and killing instinct, something that would set her on edge if it wasn't so familiar. Without her own volition, she takes a step closer. ]
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It's all very strange. ]
Lost. [ Like she's tasting the word. The Raider sways a little, tilting her head and then looks around. Yes, lost should be the word for it. ] I'm lost. [ A bit stiff, mechanical in her words. She is looking at Caprica much like a soldier looks at a superior officer. There's some sort of obedience in the way she speaks, somehow. The Cylon woman is, after all, superior to her. She's just a Raider - and an useless one at that, now, with this body of flesh and bone. ]
I'm-- [ How to explain. ] Not like this. [ She has some difficulties pronouncing words, like she is still learning how to talk. ] Flesh and bone. [ Her hand scratches her forehead in frustration. Words are clearly not her thing. ] I'm you. [ No, wait. Not like Caprica, no, she's different, even if a Cylon. ] Like metal.
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I think this is wrong.
( Fucking maps!!! )
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