1) THE START [For the most part, Shiro works in silence. He takes the news in, takes the supplies, and starts packing. His mind closed off, his movements short, almost mechanical. Imposing as ever in the heavy black robes he's been wearing this whole mission. But somehow more ... apart than before.]
[The bonds that should be there are either stretched too thin, or empty. Things that should be there, gone. People who should be there, nothing but shadows.]
[Nothing to do but quietly pick up and move on. But should anyone need it, he'll stop to help them pack up, as well.]
You need me to carry that for you?
[What can he do to help?]
2) THE COLD [For the most part, as the hike continues, his lack of response does too. He keeps reaching out instinctively for people who aren't there to hear any longer. Mentally stumbling. Which is not necessarily a good position to be in for someone hiking through mountains, then climbing up a cliff face.]
[His metal arm is invaluable here. Helping haul himself and anyone else's packs up the more rugged, dangerous parts of the terrain. Still quietly. Only venturing conversation when asking if someone needs assistance.]
[By the time darkness falls, he should be asleep. He should be sacked out and curled up. Instead, he's sitting upright outside the tents, staring upward. Like that's going to somehow manage to breach the distance between them here, and the station above.]
[To anyone else, though, it could be seen as simple stargazing.]
[Fine with him.]
the wildcard; (( anything else you want? Let's go! ))
Shiro | ota
[For the most part, Shiro works in silence. He takes the news in, takes the supplies, and starts packing. His mind closed off, his movements short, almost mechanical. Imposing as ever in the heavy black robes he's been wearing this whole mission. But somehow more ... apart than before.]
[The bonds that should be there are either stretched too thin, or empty. Things that should be there, gone. People who should be there, nothing but shadows.]
[Nothing to do but quietly pick up and move on. But should anyone need it, he'll stop to help them pack up, as well.]
You need me to carry that for you?
[What can he do to help?]
2) THE COLD
[For the most part, as the hike continues, his lack of response does too. He keeps reaching out instinctively for people who aren't there to hear any longer. Mentally stumbling. Which is not necessarily a good position to be in for someone hiking through mountains, then climbing up a cliff face.]
[His metal arm is invaluable here. Helping haul himself and anyone else's packs up the more rugged, dangerous parts of the terrain. Still quietly. Only venturing conversation when asking if someone needs assistance.]
[By the time darkness falls, he should be asleep. He should be sacked out and curled up. Instead, he's sitting upright outside the tents, staring upward. Like that's going to somehow manage to breach the distance between them here, and the station above.]
[To anyone else, though, it could be seen as simple stargazing.]
[Fine with him.]
the wildcard;
(( anything else you want? Let's go! ))