06-18-2017, 10:35 PM
He was starting to wonder whether or not keeping his RIG on was that good of an idea or not. For one thing, it was weighing him down more than it did back on the Ishimura, and as a result his experience navigating the rainforest around him was similar to a tank trying to sneak its way through some woodlands without knocking any trees over: difficult and incredibly inefficient. Whereas Graowr had the advantage of more nimble movement unhindered by things such as armor, and thus could zip around, climbing up vines and tree branches to progress forward with energy to spare, he had to resort to stomping around the place, brushing through green foliage and using rocks as makeshift staircases. Certainly wasn’t helpful that his leg was still not doing him any favors, giving him random cramps right through his bones each time he stepped on it. He had already had to take a breather several times just trying to keep up with the azure-skinned alien’s hyperactive travelling speed, and without the ocean to slow her down he always found himself more than a few paces behind.
Nevertheless, he kept going, trudging through the thick grasses that inhabited the jungle as he followed Graowr to the best of his ability. She was awfully considerate of him, all things considered, as she constantly stopped to show him alternate routes he could more easily navigate. With her high energy and chipper attitude towards his plodding pace, it seemed to him like she was genuinely concerned for him, or at the very least wanted to give him a hand.
Yeah, right…
He couldn’t forget; this was a competition. It wouldn’t take much for her to just run off and leave him in her dust. It wasn’t like there would be much he could do about it either way. Hell, if he was thinking it, then it wasn’t out of the question to believe that she was thinking of doing so as well.
Still, he marched on. As much as he hated it, the girl was the only real ally he had, and the only one he stood any chance of gaining success with. He didn’t know if she felt the same way or not, but it was a risk he had to take. Maybe he was just overthinking the whole thing.
He brushed those thoughts out of his mind. His focus had to be on what lied ahead, and with luck, it would be the item they sought.
The two travelled all throughout the night. Rain drizzled down through the openings within the massive, dark green leaves up above. The sparkling incandescence of the silver moon glowed through the dark clouds covering the black sky. The rain provided a soft, soothing, pitter-pattering beat to accompany the duo’s journey. Birds of various species cawed into the misty air, their cries echoing all throughout the rainforest. The atmosphere smelled distinctly of the fish-smelling sea they had left behind hours earlier. All the while, they said nothing to each other, trapped in their own thoughts, communicating only through the unspoken idea that they would find what they were looking for. And thus, they operated as one.
Morning came in the form of a purplish hue and an orange orb sliding over the horizon. The suffocating vegetation maintained a fair level of darkness within the forest, but at least now the usage of flashlights was no longer a true requirement. A thin amount of dew covered the green foliage they stomped through, and the chirping of the avians had become more frequent and cacophonous. They kept moving despite the emptiness of their stomachs and the aches in their legs, despite the urge to rest and hunker down.
Eventually, they discovered a clearing within the jungle, where golden rays of sunshine shone through onto a field of shortened grass. A few blue flowers stood in the center, blooming, drinking up the sunlight.
Graowr was already running into the field by the time he had broken through the thickets to enter it. It seemed the brighter weather was enhancing her already cheerful attitude. It was even getting to him too. He couldn’t help but smile as she spoke up.
“It should be just nearby! Probably, um…” She pointed towards another part of the field. “Over there!”
Before he could tell her to wait up, she had already dashed off to parts unknown, leaving him alone in the flower field.
He had to admit, she was something else. He wasn’t even going to try to understand her history. Stuff about dark magic and time. It sounded like a bad sci-fi plot, but he had seen her when she had told him about it. Whatever had happened, it had affected her on a level he didn’t understand. It had been just a tiny glimpse before she reverted back to her standard, light-hearted fare.
It seemed like he wasn’t the only one with something they wanted to bury.
For a moment, he considered telling her about Nicole. She was a bit like her. Optimistic, a little bit funny, he could see Nicole in her. Besides, if she was going to tell him about her past, what was stopping him from doing the same?
Red static flickered into his vision. He shut his eyes, flinching, groaning. Symbols appeared in the blackness of his eyelids. He brought a hand to his head as it exploded with pain. He squeezed it with all of his might, counting down from ten. He willed the pain to leave him be, to just make it stop. It subsided as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him a panting mess.
It was just then that he realized he had been standing in the middle of a field for upwards of a few minutes. How he hadn’t been ambushed in that timeframe was beyond him, but he was thankful for it nonetheless.
He turned his head toward where Graowr had rushed off to. “Hey, Graowr! You find the item yet?”
No answer. His eyebrows narrowed, he spoke again.
“Graowr, can you hear me? Did you find it?”
He started to walk. The whole forest had gone quiet.
“Graowr!”
He picked up the pace, his brisk walk turning into a light job. A nauseating sensation filled his gut.
“Graowr, where the fuck are you?!”
He ran into the forest. Not even a peep. She was gone. He couldn’t believe it.
That motherfucker ditched me!
In hindsight, he should have seen it coming. Gain the trust of the old cripple and use him for help in finding stuff and then start running once you find them, knowing he couldn’t catch up to you? He could at least admire the cleverness, if not the dickishness. And besides, it was a competition. Backstabs were going to inevitable; everyone was seeking out only for themselves.
Still, not even that knowledge of just how right he was made the overwhelming need to break something. Eventually, though, he just walked, stewing his own rage for a later date. She was right; he couldn’t catch up to her.
So, instead, he decided it would be best to move on and find another item. After a quick check on his tablet, he noticed that the section of the island labeled “A1” had an item on it and it had still not been picked up yet. It was a long trek, but if he was lucky, he could make it.
A new destination in mind, he started off, the hurt he had felt with Graowr’s betrayal quickly replaced with a tranquil determination.
Nevertheless, he kept going, trudging through the thick grasses that inhabited the jungle as he followed Graowr to the best of his ability. She was awfully considerate of him, all things considered, as she constantly stopped to show him alternate routes he could more easily navigate. With her high energy and chipper attitude towards his plodding pace, it seemed to him like she was genuinely concerned for him, or at the very least wanted to give him a hand.
Yeah, right…
He couldn’t forget; this was a competition. It wouldn’t take much for her to just run off and leave him in her dust. It wasn’t like there would be much he could do about it either way. Hell, if he was thinking it, then it wasn’t out of the question to believe that she was thinking of doing so as well.
Still, he marched on. As much as he hated it, the girl was the only real ally he had, and the only one he stood any chance of gaining success with. He didn’t know if she felt the same way or not, but it was a risk he had to take. Maybe he was just overthinking the whole thing.
He brushed those thoughts out of his mind. His focus had to be on what lied ahead, and with luck, it would be the item they sought.
The two travelled all throughout the night. Rain drizzled down through the openings within the massive, dark green leaves up above. The sparkling incandescence of the silver moon glowed through the dark clouds covering the black sky. The rain provided a soft, soothing, pitter-pattering beat to accompany the duo’s journey. Birds of various species cawed into the misty air, their cries echoing all throughout the rainforest. The atmosphere smelled distinctly of the fish-smelling sea they had left behind hours earlier. All the while, they said nothing to each other, trapped in their own thoughts, communicating only through the unspoken idea that they would find what they were looking for. And thus, they operated as one.
Morning came in the form of a purplish hue and an orange orb sliding over the horizon. The suffocating vegetation maintained a fair level of darkness within the forest, but at least now the usage of flashlights was no longer a true requirement. A thin amount of dew covered the green foliage they stomped through, and the chirping of the avians had become more frequent and cacophonous. They kept moving despite the emptiness of their stomachs and the aches in their legs, despite the urge to rest and hunker down.
Eventually, they discovered a clearing within the jungle, where golden rays of sunshine shone through onto a field of shortened grass. A few blue flowers stood in the center, blooming, drinking up the sunlight.
Graowr was already running into the field by the time he had broken through the thickets to enter it. It seemed the brighter weather was enhancing her already cheerful attitude. It was even getting to him too. He couldn’t help but smile as she spoke up.
“It should be just nearby! Probably, um…” She pointed towards another part of the field. “Over there!”
Before he could tell her to wait up, she had already dashed off to parts unknown, leaving him alone in the flower field.
He had to admit, she was something else. He wasn’t even going to try to understand her history. Stuff about dark magic and time. It sounded like a bad sci-fi plot, but he had seen her when she had told him about it. Whatever had happened, it had affected her on a level he didn’t understand. It had been just a tiny glimpse before she reverted back to her standard, light-hearted fare.
It seemed like he wasn’t the only one with something they wanted to bury.
For a moment, he considered telling her about Nicole. She was a bit like her. Optimistic, a little bit funny, he could see Nicole in her. Besides, if she was going to tell him about her past, what was stopping him from doing the same?
Red static flickered into his vision. He shut his eyes, flinching, groaning. Symbols appeared in the blackness of his eyelids. He brought a hand to his head as it exploded with pain. He squeezed it with all of his might, counting down from ten. He willed the pain to leave him be, to just make it stop. It subsided as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him a panting mess.
It was just then that he realized he had been standing in the middle of a field for upwards of a few minutes. How he hadn’t been ambushed in that timeframe was beyond him, but he was thankful for it nonetheless.
He turned his head toward where Graowr had rushed off to. “Hey, Graowr! You find the item yet?”
No answer. His eyebrows narrowed, he spoke again.
“Graowr, can you hear me? Did you find it?”
He started to walk. The whole forest had gone quiet.
“Graowr!”
He picked up the pace, his brisk walk turning into a light job. A nauseating sensation filled his gut.
“Graowr, where the fuck are you?!”
He ran into the forest. Not even a peep. She was gone. He couldn’t believe it.
That motherfucker ditched me!
In hindsight, he should have seen it coming. Gain the trust of the old cripple and use him for help in finding stuff and then start running once you find them, knowing he couldn’t catch up to you? He could at least admire the cleverness, if not the dickishness. And besides, it was a competition. Backstabs were going to inevitable; everyone was seeking out only for themselves.
Still, not even that knowledge of just how right he was made the overwhelming need to break something. Eventually, though, he just walked, stewing his own rage for a later date. She was right; he couldn’t catch up to her.
So, instead, he decided it would be best to move on and find another item. After a quick check on his tablet, he noticed that the section of the island labeled “A1” had an item on it and it had still not been picked up yet. It was a long trek, but if he was lucky, he could make it.
A new destination in mind, he started off, the hurt he had felt with Graowr’s betrayal quickly replaced with a tranquil determination.
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