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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
Kija | Akatsuki no Yona
What is technology to someone from the very distant past?
For his part, though, he's removed the bodies from inside after having checked for signs of life. Nothing. It just doesn't seem right to leave them in there after all of this. Those who could be helped by now have been removed with people attempting to attend to them as best they can. Somehow, he escaped the impact relatively unscathed. Which means it's part of his duty to help others, too.
With a frown, he glances to his right hand. Right now, it's part of the few things he has to help. Unwinding the wrap he always wears to help conceal his less than human trait, a large, scaled white claw is visible as he moves across the grass to one of the individuals who appears to be bleeding. He frowns as he approaches in concern.]
Excuse me. [He says calmly, so as not to startle someone who is already injured.] Let me help you wrap that.
alllright~
He had been about to investigate the outside of the metal mountain, still ignoring his side, but now he stopped. Instead of saying anything in response to the strangers offer, he stares silently at his hand. A lizards claw... ]
Are you xian? [ A wary question. He wants nothing to do with the xians, besides killing the Nanhua xian's disciple Liu Bei. ]
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I am Hakuryuu. [He assumes that he's mistaking him for someone else. In the end he glances toward the broken down--- thing.]
I do not know what is going on, but I would like to help where I am able. Your wound should be addressed before any more actions are taken.
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Hakuryuu? [ He's still not convinced. The title or name doesn't sound Chinese, so perhaps it's a foreign xian. They do have white hair and partial odd appearances. ]
I can handle it on my own once I am done with this.
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[If that makes it easier. Still, he frowns. If he says he is all right, then there's really no choice but to believe him. He glances up toward everything, his head tilted to the side in question.]
What are you trying to do?
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[ Kija sounded simpler than Hakuryuu. Wasn't there sa sage called something similar? An old king who brought Chinese civilization to Joseon a long time ago? This guy hardly looked like a king though, he still looked more like a xian. ]
Scout.
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She dabs at the wound gingerly, determined to be on her feet as soon as she can, to help, to speak to the other survivors, gather information -- her first instinct is to try and contact the Jedi Council, the Republic... but neither of those would offer any help, now, not when one no longer exists and the other has turned into something that makes her feel sick every time she thinks of it. But one thing is certain: they need help.
Her thoughts scatter at the sound of another voice, quiet and calm, and she turns to look up at a young man. Humanoid and yet not, she thinks, glancing at his hand-- a changeling, perhaps? She breathes out and summons a small smile. ]
Thank you for the offer... but I'm alright. Head wounds always look worse than they are.
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Are you sure...?
[It is no trouble to help. He thinks he's decent at wrapping things, considering he does so for his claw.]
I will admit that I am at a loss at the moment, and it is all I have to offer. I am not sure exactly where this place is, or what manner of object it is that we have escaped from.