burnt_orangesky: (Hiding? Not me!)
burnt_orangesky ([personal profile] burnt_orangesky) wrote2010-01-17 10:48 am

{Twenty-three} &diams The Shades of darkness filled her life

[The words are shaky and a little sloppy, written rather hastily.]

Assistance would be greatly appreciated; I am lost in the Wilderness, currently in [small pause] some sort of swamp. It is quite eerie, but a little better than the areas with lava and fire.

It is not the least bit pleasant, especially with all these [long pause] I really don't like this place, it's decidedly creepy.

-Fred

[identity profile] moe-rapier.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not exaggerating!

I've been here all night helping people find the elevator. I'll come get you. Sit tight, stick with your journal (I don't even know if fauna can live here, but it's best to assume there might be), and let me know if anything happens.

[identity profile] man-genius.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Why did I let you guys drag me out?!

A swamp? I don't see a swamp. All I see is FIRE, BRIMSTONE AND DEATH!

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Didn't know there was a swamp in this mess.

Can you see the tower or the volcano, or is the ash hiding them? Maybe we can triangulate where you are.

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm.

The sky's so dark that I can hardly tell where the sun is, and I don't know if it's morning or afternoon, but we'll call the direction where the clouds are slightly lighter "east". When you were chasing your animal, was "east" behind, before, or to the side?

[identity profile] grinninggrifter.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
There's lava too?

Christ. One minute I'm watching a movie, next minute I'm waist deep in slime. Have you been helped already?

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. And this place hasn't been like this for too long, so it's still northwest.

Do you want me to go after you, or can you get back on your own?

Should Locket find her, or Rogue?

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Depends. How clear is the air where you are? The wind keeps whipping the ash up and cutting visibility. If it's like that everywhere, we'll probably pass each other.

Quicklog?

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
I think this will be easier if you hold position. He might jump away somewhere where the air's bad and you won't know where he is. This is a bad place for a pet to get lost.

I'm on my way.

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: Sorry for lateness. ...Does Fred think Rogue is a woman?]]

Rogue was having an easier time of walking here, even with the ground now soft and squishing under his boots. During the sudden exodus from the Wilderness someone had dropped a scarf, and it was now around his neck - he'd used it to screen his nose and mouth from the airborne particles. The pilot had also brought a few meters of rope, coiled over his shoulder. Rogue was thoroughly dusted in ash, gray head to toe.

He saw a woman sitting with an animal in her lap and quickened his pace to get close enough to talk to her.

"You're -" he faltered, realizing that he hadn't gotten her name. "You're the one whose animal ran here?"

[identity profile] grinninggrifter.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Hell sounds about right.

Yeah, I'll be getting out of here soon enough. I think I'll be having another look around first. I'm here, so might as well.

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[[Oh, okay. Rogue will probably never comment on a name being odd; Star Wars names are just too varied. And he's about five foot six inches, almost five foot seven.]]

"That's me. You wrote to me the other day ago, right? When I was asking about Two." Rogue eyed the dog a little warily - he didn't have much experience with domestic animals, and half expected it to either start talking or do what a wild animal would do if being held, i.e., bite and claw and run off. "I've got some cable if you want to tie a leash just in case he breaks free."

"Just a moment." He'd seen the lights on the water, and took a step closer to it. There was something under the surface.

Rogue paled under the ash when he saw them. Without a word he took the coil of rope from his shoulder, tied a loop into one end, and started to lower it towards the still surface of the water.

[identity profile] desig-survivor.livejournal.com 2010-01-18 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[[The Star Wars EU has names like Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Isplourrdacartha Estillo, and Zephata'ru'tor. Bizarre names are awesome.]]

"Someone said they'd once heard from a Seven, and there was a Zero-Zero, but I didn't hear anything solid. Not yet."

"They do look dead," he said slowly, watching the slightest current stir strands of hair. "But they might be some species that breathes underwater and hibernates, or just sleeps very soundly." Almost too quietly to hear, he added, "And if they are dead, they deserve a proper burial."

The rope touched the surface of the water - and floated. He'd taken it out of some kind of sporting store before the Wilderness had shifted, having a vague idea about using it to climb, and it was too lightweight to sink down to where the bodies were.

Rogue took half a step towards the water, but stopped himself. He didn't want to go in. He really didn't. There was something unbelievably sinister about them. But just leaving them there - the dog's whine got higher, breaking him out of some kind of trance, and he shook his head. "Maybe I can get some people to help me take them out later. For now, we should get you two out of here."

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