Even with the slightly subdued tone of the morning, Asuka's been in relatively high spirits since their little group set out. She's glad to be out and doing something again, completely confident in her (their) ability to find this stupid thing and kill it. Their hosts kept talking about danger, but how dangerous could this thing really get? The only problem is that she hasn't been able to find anything. The samll group she's traveling with is still winding its way through the maze-like canyons. Her head is back, peering up at the line of open sky above them as she frowns to herself.
"How long do you think it's going to take to find this thing-?"
And just as the sentence leaves her lips, she hears the distant call of the horn. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she turns her Elin about, mechanical hoove picking over rock, "Did you hear that?"
She's not going crazy, right?
III. All of You, Fight Like You Want to Live
later, much later, Asuka finds herself in a fight for her life. That's not entirely new. But before she had armored plate an an AT field in between her and certain death. Even if they were a false sense of security, it's much, much different to be on Elin-back (or foot) and fighting something the size of a small ship. She's barely managed to duck out of the way of a massive claw-swipe and she jerks her mount back out of range. She's already hurled one of her spears and she glances around for something else to use, shouting, "Let's get above it-!"
Her eyes fall on someone else and she motions upward, along the slope of the canyon wall, yelling to be heard over the sound of the chaos, "Hey, you! Follow me! Before this thing decides to pay a little more attention!"
She's already urging her mount to try and take it up bounding onto a rock and swaying in the saddle. She's not waiting to see if she's being followed or not. She just assumes they will.
IV. It All Comes Tumbling Down
Her adrenaline is running high, eyes wide behind her veil as the fight drags on. She's exhausted and sweaty and it feels like no matter what they throw at this thing, it doesn't want to stay down - or even go down. She's cursing to herself, scrabbling in the dirt for another weapon - even a rock - when she glances up and spots the familiar form of Lavellan bracing his spear as the giant monster comes bearing down on him and a Descendant. She has a half moment to wonder what he's even doing there. He's only got one arm, he shouldn't be trying that, has another half-second to start forming a thought, a mental shout at him to stop being an idiot and move and then it all happens.
It all comes apart.
One moment he's there. She can feel the beat of his heart, feel the fear and exhilaration and determination and life of her broodmate and then it suddenly tears itself away, as cleanly and as smoothly as a hot knife cutting through butter. There's a rush of darkness, a dragging feeling as her mental link strains to keep the connection and threatens to snatch her into oblivion (she recognizes that feeling, recognizes the rush of nothing) and then it's gone. He's gone and she feels as if she's going to be sick, because it's as if she's lost a limb. There's no longer a 'Lavellan' to reassure her or to joke or to be huffy about stupid things. He's just
gone.
There's an empty, hollow, sickening wound in her head where there should be life and noise and her mental scream echoes in time with the one that rips itself out of her throat. It's not a word or even a concrete thought. It's just the sound of loss. While her verbal scream is lost in the noise of battle, in her mind it echoes and it grows and it keeps going, a cacophonous tangle of desperation and pain that threatens to overwhelm anyone tuned into her on their mental link as she starts to try and scramble towards the broken, ragdoll form that's lying on the other side of the canyon.
V. Try to Live
Back at camp, Asuka is quiet and swithdrawn and shrunken, huddled on her Elin for most of the ride and not willing to speak to much of anyone. If anyone comes looking for her, they'll likely find her in the tent she's been sharing with Shepard and Seviilia for most of the trip. Whether she'll want to talk is up for debate.
[ OOC: Mental link on the deathprompt is open to everyone! More of a first come, first served thing for physical interactions. Feel free to wildcard some stuff at her as well. ]
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Even with the slightly subdued tone of the morning, Asuka's been in relatively high spirits since their little group set out. She's glad to be out and doing something again, completely confident in her (their) ability to find this stupid thing and kill it. Their hosts kept talking about danger, but how dangerous could this thing really get? The only problem is that she hasn't been able to find anything. The samll group she's traveling with is still winding its way through the maze-like canyons. Her head is back, peering up at the line of open sky above them as she frowns to herself.
"How long do you think it's going to take to find this thing-?"
And just as the sentence leaves her lips, she hears the distant call of the horn. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she turns her Elin about, mechanical hoove picking over rock, "Did you hear that?"
She's not going crazy, right?
III. All of You, Fight Like You Want to Live
later, much later, Asuka finds herself in a fight for her life. That's not entirely new. But before she had armored plate an an AT field in between her and certain death. Even if they were a false sense of security, it's much, much different to be on Elin-back (or foot) and fighting something the size of a small ship. She's barely managed to duck out of the way of a massive claw-swipe and she jerks her mount back out of range. She's already hurled one of her spears and she glances around for something else to use, shouting, "Let's get above it-!"
Her eyes fall on someone else and she motions upward, along the slope of the canyon wall, yelling to be heard over the sound of the chaos, "Hey, you! Follow me! Before this thing decides to pay a little more attention!"
She's already urging her mount to try and take it up bounding onto a rock and swaying in the saddle. She's not waiting to see if she's being followed or not. She just assumes they will.
IV. It All Comes Tumbling Down
Her adrenaline is running high, eyes wide behind her veil as the fight drags on. She's exhausted and sweaty and it feels like no matter what they throw at this thing, it doesn't want to stay down - or even go down. She's cursing to herself, scrabbling in the dirt for another weapon - even a rock - when she glances up and spots the familiar form of Lavellan bracing his spear as the giant monster comes bearing down on him and a Descendant. She has a half moment to wonder what he's even doing there. He's only got one arm, he shouldn't be trying that, has another half-second to start forming a thought, a mental shout at him to stop being an idiot and move and then it all happens.
It all comes apart.
One moment he's there. She can feel the beat of his heart, feel the fear and exhilaration and determination and life of her broodmate and then it suddenly tears itself away, as cleanly and as smoothly as a hot knife cutting through butter. There's a rush of darkness, a dragging feeling as her mental link strains to keep the connection and threatens to snatch her into oblivion (she recognizes that feeling, recognizes the rush of nothing) and then it's gone. He's gone and she feels as if she's going to be sick, because it's as if she's lost a limb. There's no longer a 'Lavellan' to reassure her or to joke or to be huffy about stupid things. He's just
gone.
There's an empty, hollow, sickening wound in her head where there should be life and noise and her mental scream echoes in time with the one that rips itself out of her throat. It's not a word or even a concrete thought. It's just the sound of loss. While her verbal scream is lost in the noise of battle, in her mind it echoes and it grows and it keeps going, a cacophonous tangle of desperation and pain that threatens to overwhelm anyone tuned into her on their mental link as she starts to try and scramble towards the broken, ragdoll form that's lying on the other side of the canyon.
V. Try to Live
Back at camp, Asuka is quiet and swithdrawn and shrunken, huddled on her Elin for most of the ride and not willing to speak to much of anyone. If anyone comes looking for her, they'll likely find her in the tent she's been sharing with Shepard and Seviilia for most of the trip. Whether she'll want to talk is up for debate.
[ OOC: Mental link on the deathprompt is open to everyone! More of a first come, first served thing for physical interactions. Feel free to wildcard some stuff at her as well. ]