[You probably don't hear the sound of hoof beats on the metal floors of the moon base very often... but it's your only warning before a horse and rider come careening around a corner. Or- wait, no. Not a horse and rider, it's a single being. A centaur, actually, expression twisted in rage (or is it fear?), a blur of long black mane and dun legs, and-
Well, there's really no time for specifics. You've got about three seconds to either jump, crouch, dive, freeze, or... do anything, really. Because she's going somewhere, and that somewhere might just be through you by the looks of things.]
02. STASIS UNITS
[Asking (demanding) the answer from others on this "ship" eventually gets Hayame to where she needs to go. What she needs to see. What she has to see.
A section of the stasis pods where the pods themselves are quite large. Centaur sized. Passing the others on her way in her frantic search at least makes her aware of what they were supposed to do, supposed to report... but she has never been gifted with words. Never known the right thing to say. Never had to do anything but obey, but answer, and so her contributions, spoken into the programs and potentially overheard... are halting, harsh whispers.]
A. "He is- He is... kind. Good with children. Forgiving... and wise. Yet, he is also the strongest of our kind I have ever seen. If you wanted a warrior... you should have woken him, not me-" [If it were Matsukaze... he would know. He would know what to do in this place, in this madness. He would know... and yet now he sleeps in a bed of glass. Not a month past and she'd tried to kill him even if it meant her own death, and now...]
B. "She is newly pregnant. Just half a season, so you must- You must be delicate with her-" [If the storm hadn't come... If these people had not snatched them from that world... would she have lost the child? Would she have-]
C. "No, he has always been... not- not always, but. His arms were cut away years ago. There is nothing to repair-" [How could they even repair anything at all, let alone- Let alone all of this?]
D. [When she gets to the last of the larger pods, though... she cannot seem to say anything at all. Sure that she is alone, (a mistake), Hayame sinks into a slow collapse. Puts a hand over her mouth to muffle the weak sounds of weeping, her forehead pressed to the pod that holds a male centaur the same coloring as herself, eventually finding herself on her knees on the floor.]
03. STARS
[Hayame is lost.
From a deck on the base with a window, she stands frozen, staring out into the expanse of space seen through the glass, the panel half-filled with the planet below. Anyone passing by might think the centaur simply admiring the view if they just glanced, but close inspection reveals a horror in her eyes, a tremble in her hocks, an anxious lift of tail, white knuckles and dug-in nails.
Dragons. Frozen time. Other worlds. The Storm.
And the black, seemingly encroaching from all sides. How is she breathing? How is she living? How is she standing?
It's far too many questions for a woman of her world, and her time. And yet... they are all she now has.]
Hayame | JINBA
[You probably don't hear the sound of hoof beats on the metal floors of the moon base very often... but it's your only warning before a horse and rider come careening around a corner. Or- wait, no. Not a horse and rider, it's a single being. A centaur, actually, expression twisted in rage (or is it fear?), a blur of long black mane and dun legs, and-
Well, there's really no time for specifics. You've got about three seconds to either jump, crouch, dive, freeze, or... do anything, really. Because she's going somewhere, and that somewhere might just be through you by the looks of things.]
02. STASIS UNITS
[Asking (demanding) the answer from others on this "ship" eventually gets Hayame to where she needs to go. What she needs to see. What she has to see.
A section of the stasis pods where the pods themselves are quite large. Centaur sized. Passing the others on her way in her frantic search at least makes her aware of what they were supposed to do, supposed to report... but she has never been gifted with words. Never known the right thing to say. Never had to do anything but obey, but answer, and so her contributions, spoken into the programs and potentially overheard... are halting, harsh whispers.]
A. "He is- He is... kind. Good with children. Forgiving... and wise. Yet, he is also the strongest of our kind I have ever seen. If you wanted a warrior... you should have woken him, not me-" [If it were Matsukaze... he would know. He would know what to do in this place, in this madness. He would know... and yet now he sleeps in a bed of glass. Not a month past and she'd tried to kill him even if it meant her own death, and now...]
B. "She is newly pregnant. Just half a season, so you must- You must be delicate with her-" [If the storm hadn't come... If these people had not snatched them from that world... would she have lost the child? Would she have-]
C. "No, he has always been... not- not always, but. His arms were cut away years ago. There is nothing to repair-" [How could they even repair anything at all, let alone- Let alone all of this?]
D. [When she gets to the last of the larger pods, though... she cannot seem to say anything at all. Sure that she is alone, (a mistake), Hayame sinks into a slow collapse. Puts a hand over her mouth to muffle the weak sounds of weeping, her forehead pressed to the pod that holds a male centaur the same coloring as herself, eventually finding herself on her knees on the floor.]
03. STARS
[Hayame is lost.
From a deck on the base with a window, she stands frozen, staring out into the expanse of space seen through the glass, the panel half-filled with the planet below. Anyone passing by might think the centaur simply admiring the view if they just glanced, but close inspection reveals a horror in her eyes, a tremble in her hocks, an anxious lift of tail, white knuckles and dug-in nails.
Dragons. Frozen time. Other worlds. The Storm.
And the black, seemingly encroaching from all sides. How is she breathing? How is she living? How is she standing?
It's far too many questions for a woman of her world, and her time. And yet... they are all she now has.]
04. SOCIAL LINK [AUTO]
@quickfish (20),
Earth (Echigo, Japan)
I'M SKILLED IN: archery, hunting, wilderness survival
I'M LOOKING FOR: nothing you can provide
ALSO, I'M: a centaur