Location: Mt. Lumina.
Side: Outlands.
Open for: All Outlanders
The thing that separates Mount Lumina from everywhere else that Splint finds himself lost in, is exactly that. He can get lost – the Sky Cliffs are a little too known now, most crevasses climbed; busy with those training to slip through without having to engage in the usual banterful and aggravating conversation that he lives for. Arcadia’s busy, lively – like there’s something a little more than grey clouds overhead that they’re hiding; not their fault, his more than theirs. Practically blameless is the citizens when it’s not their directive to act and protect to the same degree those who had jobs that day were – Splint wonders what Rory and River are thinking of them now.
Boots scratch the dusty floor between uneven openings of Lumina, Flint’s trying to recall his steps as he makes them – so he can find his way out again, crawls into small openings, ducks and dives under the more jagged of edges as streams of light don’t quite make all that’s ahead visible. He’s caught his bow on a couple rocks already, has to manoeuvre to compensate for it and his quiver strapped to his backside because he simply refused to leave it behind. There’s this rumbling he’s sure he can hear, shakes the cliffs under his hand as the chalky outer layer of Lumina brushes off on his palms and leaves them an off shade of orange – reminds him of some kind of sandstone; at least busies his mind from everything else.
Until that rumbling loudens beyond the point of ignorance.
Comes at him fast as he clambers over a dusty rock and hears it levelling off above him.
Landslide – or at least, a weakened part of the Mount coming down. Instincts kick in, he dives forward along the thin lane, rolls without thinking of how much momentum he’s given and hears the crashing of shattering rocks behind him – a sharp pain that nicks at the back of his calf when he spins around to see the damage. Hopes its not enough to block off his route.
But he sees a figuration first.
“Hey – move!” Shit. Lurches forward like he’s some goddamn hero who won’t feel the pain of crumbling rocks if they hit him, Splinter collides with something – whether it’s the person, he’s got no idea, but there’s no agony, yet.
Apollo hits the ground, grunts at the force, one arm above his head as though trying to stop the any major damages before he assesses the situation. He’s still calling out: “Are you blind? – I mean, OK, but –” he’s stammering because he’s panting; rise in adrenaline where he’s gradually realising the ranger might have to come up with a new exit strategy from the Lumina. Doesn’t even think about how he’s still practically on the floor himself. “Are you OK, is what I mean,”
This was her alone place, her thinking place were her facade could drop, no one really came up here not when she was around anyway. She didn’t have to be Solaris the warrior, protector of anyone else up here she was solely responsible for herself and herself alone. It was a sort of a connection back to everything before when her parents were still around when they lived on earth. She would hike through the mountains of the various countries that she visited the orange dust emitted from this particular mountain reminded her of the Australian outback at time when she was careless, a time when she was free.
Sol was so lost in her head that her usually attuned senses were not activated like normal, her mind was a battlefield ridden with corpses, a product of her ongoing war with the council. She thought of River of Rory, what did the council want with them. She thought of the council and their smug little faces, of how they promised to take more of their own if they were caught near or fraternising with a Terran. She thought of Kade, from the night of attack, something had changed in her shifted in her anger towards him, which confused her because he was supposed to be the enemy. The perpetual cycle of names as faces were spinning around so rapidly that she didn’t even comprehend what was happening around her until she felt something hit her hard and shoved her over and to the ground. Solaris only stared in disbelief. It was like her mind was paralysed, finally the cracks beginning to appear on the surface from the pressure it was under it wasn’t until he spoke that she snapped back to reality out of her trance like state.
“I.....ummm.” she was embarrassed, she hadn’t wanted anyone to see her like this she was meant to be strong a fighter least of all Splint.
She waited for the incoming joke for some smart ass remark about having to save her ass. But she didn’t feel up to the banter to be honest she didn’t know what she felt, but she hoped he didn’t notice how weak she had just shown herself to be.
