chromiums: what are your fears? (i just need some personal information)
little favor? call me polaris. ([personal profile] chromiums) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2022-04-17 10:39 pm (UTC)

lorna dane | open/closed

THE HUNT (OPEN)

Post returning from inside the volcano, Lorna's not in the same sort of mindset she'd typically be in to help rescue anyone, whether they're villagers or part of the group they've been travelling with. Marcos has always been better at that kind of thing out of the two of them anyway, although she doesn't know if that's what he's been doing. She's been gathering what she can to try to hold the beasts it looks like the Beastmaster has been sending towards the villagers back; it's not as easy as a task as it usually would be but she's managing. More or less.

She's got two makeshift weapons wound around her wrists so they don't slip free when she can't spare the energy concentrating on keeping them in place requires of her. Scratches and burns mark the side of her face, starting along her forehead and temples and spreading across her throat. They seem to spread as the hours stretch and she grows more and more jittery and irritated, eventually tearing one of the weapons she's got around her hands free and throwing it to the ground in frustration.

She hears someone approaching (or thinks she hears someone approaching) and whirls around, one hand tightening into a fist and the other emanating a green glow. Her eyes narrow as she looks for whoever's approaching, and friend or enemy, she hopes she is hearing someone real.

"Who's there?"

REGROUP (MARCOS)

At some point she goes to the house where the group Marcos has been sorted into has been staying, realizing it's late and not wanting to deal with hearing about breaking the curfew of her own house. Which is about the lowest rung on the reasons of why she wants to see him right now, but it's the one she'll give if she's asked about why she's coming by to see him.

She knocks at the door with a few heavy, urgent pounds and waits. A voice that sounds like Sage's echoes in her ear and she closes her eyes, shaking her head as she tries to will it away.

WILDCARD/OOC

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