who:
theuserabides,
powerofgod, open to others
what: Basically I am just getting Flynn out of the damn house. Also action 'cause I can't brain prose right now.
where: Anywhere hospitable (aka, not a glacier, a lava field, a festering swamp, the Junkyard...) within a few minutes stroll of a teleporter. Flynn set his wearable to choose at random from the teleporter network
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Okay.]
Hey, man.
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A small world joke would just be stating the obvious. What are you doing off the Grid?
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[He shakes his head, leaning back against the fence and folding his arms.]
The Grid's one world, but not the only world. Learned that the hard way.
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The fact that help is one sheepish wearable call away may also have something to do with his confidence.
He's no hunter, and as his boots crunch on leaf litter, Flynn doesn't realize anyone else is nearby. He's far too accustomed to noticing others with that strange Grid sixth sense that comes of being the Creator to pay attention to any of his more mundane senses, even walking through the night in a simulated wilderness.]
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Be careful. These rocks can be treacherous.
[The pitch of his voice is-- concerned, after a fashion.]
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Thanks.
[He squints into the darkness--ah. A kid.
Except...
The boy has a stillness to him that Flynn recognizes.]
Sorry to intrude.
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Nice architecture, though. Bringing Hawke's mabari hound out into this town square succeed in distracting Fenris for a little while; watching a full mabari charge on an unsuspecting flock of fountain-piercing pigeons would distract anyone for a short bit of time. ]
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He still can't believe she named the thing Pickles.]
What'd the pigeons ever do to you, man?
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Perhaps he thought thought they were oppressing the local starling population and moved in to attack before talking to them first.
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[Flynn ruffles the dog's ears with both hands.]
Or maybe he's a dog and they were small and moving.
[Who's a big puppy? Who's a big puppy? Yes, you are.]
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Well. Now he knows what someone punching granite with bare hands sounds like. Flynn takes a seat on a boulder without any knuckle marks, and waits for Steve to notice him. He's a little too out of breath to want to call out, and this is Captain America. The guy should be able to spot one winded retiree sneaking up on him.]
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[No, he hasn't stopped with the honorifics yet.] I kind of- well, didn't expect anyone out here. [He squints up at the trees, openly bemused.] It's a little... um. It gives me the jitters a little, actually.
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[Flynn brandishes his wearable, then follows Steve's gaze into the woods.]
The mountains?
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Nope.
[He's just lookin' at the flowers. A minute ago there was a bumblebee!]
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[He straightens up, smiling at Shepard.]
What's up?
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