Audio Option: Fire [A voice crackled over the radios. It wasn't streamlined to anyone specific, it was a broad call for help. It could only barely be heard over the static of falling rain and the roar of the fire around them.
The voice itself is female, but garbled with a unique quality to it. Something inhuman. Slightly tinny with something rough woven through it.]
Whomever can hear us, we have a problem. We are in the woods; a lightning strike started a fire near the shuttle crash. We are trying to contain it, but it is quickly growing out of control and we are sensitive to heat. Please, if we had help, this would be much easier.
Action Option: Fire A woman in a solid purple suit, from head to toe, was carrying a tarp of water to the fire. Moments later, that purple suit of hers sprung to life, latching onto a nearby tree with purple tendrils to pull her into the air and allow her to drop the water onto the fire. When the tarp was empty, she pulled herself away from the fire and dropped back to the ground. It might have been your imagination, but the woman's amorphous suit seemed to scream when it was close to the swell of heat. It shuddered and smoothed back over her body, all signs of tendrils were gone. The silver swirls and wisps settled into a new pattern set in the purple suit.
The fire is flaring further towards the crashed ship and the sand soaked in jet fuel. There were small pops and flares as the flames hit small puddles of fuel that had leaked further from the ship than the rest. The suit seems to pull the tarp towards her and wind around her arm as its reeled in. She takes to the trees and launches herself back towards the oasis to collect more water. It doesn't take her long to return with another tarp full to dump again.
When you approach, she'll toss a curved piece of metal to you. It's bowled deep enough to carry water, but not enough to weigh down a normal human.
"We are moving as fast as we can, but we are only so capable. Please, help us."
Scorn (Tanis Nieves) | Marvel 616
Audio Option: Fire
[A voice crackled over the radios. It wasn't streamlined to anyone specific, it was a broad call for help. It could only barely be heard over the static of falling rain and the roar of the fire around them.
The voice itself is female, but garbled with a unique quality to it. Something inhuman. Slightly tinny with something rough woven through it.]
Action Option: Fire
A woman in a solid purple suit, from head to toe, was carrying a tarp of water to the fire. Moments later, that purple suit of hers sprung to life, latching onto a nearby tree with purple tendrils to pull her into the air and allow her to drop the water onto the fire. When the tarp was empty, she pulled herself away from the fire and dropped back to the ground. It might have been your imagination, but the woman's amorphous suit seemed to scream when it was close to the swell of heat. It shuddered and smoothed back over her body, all signs of tendrils were gone. The silver swirls and wisps settled into a new pattern set in the purple suit.
The fire is flaring further towards the crashed ship and the sand soaked in jet fuel. There were small pops and flares as the flames hit small puddles of fuel that had leaked further from the ship than the rest. The suit seems to pull the tarp towards her and wind around her arm as its reeled in. She takes to the trees and launches herself back towards the oasis to collect more water. It doesn't take her long to return with another tarp full to dump again.
When you approach, she'll toss a curved piece of metal to you. It's bowled deep enough to carry water, but not enough to weigh down a normal human.
"We are moving as fast as we can, but we are only so capable. Please, help us."