Zone D -- The Foam

[Corporal Light]

Who the fuck was that?

Or, rather, what the fuck was he? After recovering from the initial shock of someone popping up out of the blue and hissing at them like a snake, his mind instantly tried to comprehend just what kind of creature this “Cell” was. The sentence that seemed to describe Cell best was “green, reptile insect man with an infuriatingly smug attitude… and potentially mentally insane.” That last part was merely a theory, though given just how many crazy people he had met in his life, he wouldn’t exactly be shocked if he was to later discover the insectoid didn’t exactly carry a full briefcase in that compartment up there.

Indeed, he had a bad feeling that this wouldn’t be their last encounter, especially if the bug was crafty enough to survive to the end by thieving off of other contestants. He was actually kinda surprised he hadn’t thought of that himself, with his bad leg and all.

Nevertheless, the “Cell” had taken the item that Graowr had. Isaac might have asked where she got the item in the first place-- especially considering he hadn’t seen it on her at any point during their travel time together--  if he wasn’t more concerned about how she had reacted. Even while she was dragging his ass through muddy waters and carrying him like a soon-to-be bride into the bunker, she was always peppy, almost distressingly so, and all while maintaining an oddly stoic, half-scowl on her face. Yet when Cell had shown up, that scowl had deepened, consumed by what he could only assumed to be downright aggressive hatred for only a moment before being replaced by what appeared to be meek resignation and handing over her goods. He had said nothing during the whole act, and now he wished he did.

“Hey…” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. He gave it a light, comforting squeeze. “You okay?”

She sighed. “Yeah…" Her voice was bright, but she was doing her best not to look at him. "He’s just a mean old bug!”

He was about to ask for clarification before the alien walked forward, heading up the shore. She was moving a lot faster than before, mostly thanks to the lack of water slowing her down, and as a result Clarke struggled to keep up. She marched towards their objective with a steadfast determination that seemed unfitting for someone so normally chipper and carefree. As they broke through the tropical foliage at the edge of the beach, Isaac wondered if he should ask her about the history between her and Cell.

Team Space Man Roar (Isaac + Graowr) --- Moving from D10 to D6