flowerida: (That's sweet!)
flowerida ([personal profile] flowerida) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-03-03 01:53 am

And to think, he used to be cobalt

Who: Butch Flowers and you!
Where: In the pines!
When: Late afternoon, 03/02
What: Creeping!
Warnings: Paint swatch name abuse. Anything else will be added as needed!
[Open]


It’s late afternoon and there’s something teal in the woods.

Or is it aquamarine?

Either way, people will catch glimpses of turquoise between the trees where the fading sunlight gets through, bright enough to stand out, almost neon against the gloom. When they actually turn to see what manner of aqua-fresco creature might be lurking around however, it’s... gone.

If you do wander into the woods, despite the general air of oppressive ominousness and potential screaming, you might just see a darkened, green-blue silhouette that seems rather human.

Sometimes it disappears into the thick undergrowth, just melting away. Sometimes it’s up amongst the branches, a stark shadow against snow colored skies.

Wanna try following this seafoam colored mystery into the trees?
oncekind: (what)

[personal profile] oncekind 2017-03-03 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
While she tries to avoid the woods, the screaming is difficult to ignore, so Jiaying wanders by sometime, hoping to catch sight of something.

Which she did this time, surprisingly. With a startled gasp she steps deeper into the woods. "Hello?"
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[personal profile] oncekind 2017-03-06 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't remember the need for wariness yet. That and she has been curious about the screams and what better way to get an odd thing's attention.

She lets out a gasp of surprise when the branch creaks and she looks up in alarm.

"Emily?" No, the armor's a different color. "Excuse me. I thought you were someone else."
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no worries

[personal profile] oncekind 2017-03-16 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
"She was in armor when we met," she explains. "But the color is different." At the question, she just smiles her genial smile, one practiced after being here for a month. "I'm just taking a walk. What about you?"
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-04 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you do when you're walking near the edge of the woods and spot a candy-colored armored shadow out of the corner of your eye?

Chase it, obviously.

This would be easier if Emily were in her own armor, what with the motion tracker and IFF and radio, but she's still in pretty good shape and a bit of a run won't hurt her. What's in the woods might hurt her, but her evaluation of risk is a bit. Skewed.

"Carolina?" Or wait, dammit, what if it's "...Tucker?" It's quite clear which of those people Emily would rather it be.
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-04 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Butch?" Of all the people she might have expected, he's certainly not on the list. "Where did you get Tucker's armor? You'd better not have killed him. I worked very hard to keep those idiots alive and I do not appreciate having my efforts undermined!"

Emily has her hands on her hips, seeming not to notice the chill air. She also seems not to have read the memo that she should find being stalked by a guy in power armor to be threatening.
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-04 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Washington is his commanding officer." Well... "Insofar as any of them can be relied on to follow orders, which is not far."

She sighs and folds her arms. "Right, so, which state are you?"

He's much too competent to be one of the Blues, armor color notwithstanding, and Emily lacks the patience to dance around the issue. They're in the woods. No one's listening here. And she doesn't give a damn about Project Freelancer's secrets.
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-05 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
This is about to get into territory neither of them wants to be caught discussing, so Emily starts walking, headed deeper into the woods. She's clearly not making an effort to get away from Flowers; in fact, a few more steps will put her in convenient neck-snapping range.

"Carolina, Washington, and the Reds and Blues were aboard a ship that crashed on my homeworld." As she draws level with him, she jerks her head at the deeper reaches of the forest in a wordless suggestion. Join her for a friendly and surveillance-free nature walk, Butch?

"They got sucked into our civil war." Her boots scrunch on the snow as she breaks trail, her breath clouding around her face and her tone much less perky than usual. "Of course it's more complicated than that, because it always is, but the answer to how I met them is: sheer chance. Wash stopped a bullet with his head--as your resident 26th century medical professional, I advise against that--and I put him back together."
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-06 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"He certainly was," Emily agrees, ignoring the question. "No one else on Chorus could have fixed his skull and his implant. Are all your heads that full of cybernetics, or did I just get lucky and land the interesting one?" Ah, there's the Dr. Grey everyone knows and is at least slightly frightened of.

"And it's 25[whatever]. Why, were you in cryo?" Freelancer seems like it was the blackest of wartime black ops, and soldiers usually travel in cryosleep. It would explain the question about dates, if nothing else.
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-06 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Boy, would she!

"Epsilon." Emily nods. "He's very argumentative. I'm not entirely certain giving him a direct link to Carolina's brain is a good idea, but they seem to be managing. Good thing, too. If she went insane, we'd have a problem!" Largely because Carolina could kill all of them with her eyes closed.

Don't think she didn't notice you not answering her question about cryo, buddy.
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[personal profile] greyaria 2017-03-06 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what the Reds and Blues call Epsilon, and he responds to it. Without arguing!" Which means he must be fine with it, because she's pretty sure Epsilon would argue over the color of the sky for no reason but contrariness. Hands stuffed into her coat pockets against the cold, Emily shrugs. "I didn't ask why. I don't think he likes me very much, which is just a bit rude considering all the times I've saved their lives."