06-15-2017, 07:59 AM
Tearen watched with a bemused grin as Tony slithered off into the tree line, heading for the Megacity. It occurred to him that he would be traveling along the same path that Malon would be arriving from, but Tearen trusted the girl to keep her head down for the time being. With that, the Shadow took it upon himself to climb on top of the logging truck that Redgrave had been perched on and make himself as visible as possible. There he sat, cross-legged, for a few more hours before he heard a distant noise to the south. There was the girl, picking her way out of the scrub at the edge of the cleared land. Her dark clothes hid her well among the gloom of the forest, but it was impossible to hide in this open area. The ex-enigma hailed Malon on her divination sphere.
Malon, I see you. I'm on top of a blue brush rig. Tearen said through his cerebral implant.
"On top of a what?" Malon responded, looking around all the same. Tearen held up an arm and waved at her. He could feel when her eyes locked on to his conspicuous silhouette against the platinum sky.
"Oh, that thing I guess. Okay, give me a minute! You can uh...get down if you want." the sly Prime responded, beginning to hustle towards Tearen's position. She found it odd that Tearen could be so self-confident as to make himself completely vulnerable to any sort of ranged or sneak attack. It either spoke to how powerful her ally was, or, how foolish he could be. As long as he didn't make a habit of it, she supposed. In due time, the two Primes had reunited and took a moment to catch up on things.
"Have you seen anyone so far?" Tearen asked her as she jogged up to him. The agrarian girl was hardly out of breath, even after scrambling over a few acres of fallen lumber.
"No, not entirely. Peeks and glimpses. You?"
Tearen nodded.
"Yeah, I met the contestant named Tony Redgrave. Seemed level-headed but I don't think it would take much to provoke him." Tearen said casually, levitating his tablet around for Malon to see. The girl's eyes widened ever so slightly, but she steeled herself. This was hardly the time to be making a fuss about other peoples' abilities. She took note of the vigilante's appearance.
"So what now?" she asked, referring to her own map. She was starting to get the hang of this tablet thing. She actually kind of liked it, despite being wholly alien. She quirked an eyebrow when the device made a small 'pip'. Tearen noticed it as well; apparently there would be a collection drop in the subzone directly east of their current position.
"Now we play the game." Tearen said, closing the tablet down and tucking it back into his pack. He needed as many cameras on him as possible any time he had an opportunity to make a ruckus about Diablo and the Underverse. On a whim, the ex-enigma also removed his suit jacket, tucking it into his bag. For a moment, his back was turned to Malon, and she cried a sharp yelp. Tearen whipped around.
"What?! What is it?" the elder Prime said, calling his telekinetic prowess to the fore of his mind. Malon had he hands pressed to her mouth, and shook her head slightly.
"What happened to your back?" she muttered through clutched fingers. Tearen tilted his head.
"What?"
He withdrew his tablet once again, and mentally manipulated it so as to take a photo of his flank. There were myriad bloodstains all over the fabric of his button-down shirt. Not large, but dozens of blots here and there. His heart sank, but he couldn't get distracted right now.
"...nothing to worry about right now. It's...a condition. For now we need to make it to that drop point." the psychic said in a hushed tone, finishing the packing of his items and striding off to the east without further comment...
Malon, I see you. I'm on top of a blue brush rig. Tearen said through his cerebral implant.
"On top of a what?" Malon responded, looking around all the same. Tearen held up an arm and waved at her. He could feel when her eyes locked on to his conspicuous silhouette against the platinum sky.
"Oh, that thing I guess. Okay, give me a minute! You can uh...get down if you want." the sly Prime responded, beginning to hustle towards Tearen's position. She found it odd that Tearen could be so self-confident as to make himself completely vulnerable to any sort of ranged or sneak attack. It either spoke to how powerful her ally was, or, how foolish he could be. As long as he didn't make a habit of it, she supposed. In due time, the two Primes had reunited and took a moment to catch up on things.
"Have you seen anyone so far?" Tearen asked her as she jogged up to him. The agrarian girl was hardly out of breath, even after scrambling over a few acres of fallen lumber.
"No, not entirely. Peeks and glimpses. You?"
Tearen nodded.
"Yeah, I met the contestant named Tony Redgrave. Seemed level-headed but I don't think it would take much to provoke him." Tearen said casually, levitating his tablet around for Malon to see. The girl's eyes widened ever so slightly, but she steeled herself. This was hardly the time to be making a fuss about other peoples' abilities. She took note of the vigilante's appearance.
"So what now?" she asked, referring to her own map. She was starting to get the hang of this tablet thing. She actually kind of liked it, despite being wholly alien. She quirked an eyebrow when the device made a small 'pip'. Tearen noticed it as well; apparently there would be a collection drop in the subzone directly east of their current position.
"Now we play the game." Tearen said, closing the tablet down and tucking it back into his pack. He needed as many cameras on him as possible any time he had an opportunity to make a ruckus about Diablo and the Underverse. On a whim, the ex-enigma also removed his suit jacket, tucking it into his bag. For a moment, his back was turned to Malon, and she cried a sharp yelp. Tearen whipped around.
"What?! What is it?" the elder Prime said, calling his telekinetic prowess to the fore of his mind. Malon had he hands pressed to her mouth, and shook her head slightly.
"What happened to your back?" she muttered through clutched fingers. Tearen tilted his head.
"What?"
He withdrew his tablet once again, and mentally manipulated it so as to take a photo of his flank. There were myriad bloodstains all over the fabric of his button-down shirt. Not large, but dozens of blots here and there. His heart sank, but he couldn't get distracted right now.
"...nothing to worry about right now. It's...a condition. For now we need to make it to that drop point." the psychic said in a hushed tone, finishing the packing of his items and striding off to the east without further comment...
Quote:Tearen allied with Malon.
Tearen and Malon moved from B15 to B7
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued