06-22-2017, 10:08 AM
As Tearen and Malon picked their way across the dense detritus of the logging area, the ex-enigma glanced down at the tablet which floated alongside him. Based on the pinging signatures of the other contestants, there seemed to be a large number of Primes converging on the safehouse ahead...including Gildarts and Illidan. It wasn't surprising, really; the fight had gone on far longer than anyone had anticipated, and all of them were at risk for explosive disqualification. The Shadow glanced at the surrounding landscape, feeling pinpricks on the back of his neck. It was hard to tell if the phantoms and jitters at the edges of his vision was the rustling of leaves, enemy movement, or just plain figments of fatigue.
Either way, it seemed as though they were going to have quite an audience for when Tearen divulged his story of the Underverse. If anything, it would help ensure that as many Syntech cameras were on site as possible. In fact, one had been following them for about an hour now, keeping a respectful but interested distance at their ten o'clock position.
"Looks like we're officially Prime-time, Malon." Tearen murmured, stepping over a thick stump. Malon just nodded and kept her head down. The girl had been oddly quiet since they had briefly stopped to patch themselves up. The elder Prime hoped that her brush with death hadn't rattled her too much; she was fresh, and dying was simply a rite of passage for any Prime who sought to make a difference in either themselves or the Omniverse. But, again, now was not the time to wax philosophical. Perhaps he was just projecting an undue perception of weakness on her for not being able to withstand the might of such a ferocious battle.
Tearen mentally chastised himself and pulled his tablet closer to perform some clerical duties. There would be ample opportunity to inquire on Malon's morale when they had reached safety...
Either way, it seemed as though they were going to have quite an audience for when Tearen divulged his story of the Underverse. If anything, it would help ensure that as many Syntech cameras were on site as possible. In fact, one had been following them for about an hour now, keeping a respectful but interested distance at their ten o'clock position.
"Looks like we're officially Prime-time, Malon." Tearen murmured, stepping over a thick stump. Malon just nodded and kept her head down. The girl had been oddly quiet since they had briefly stopped to patch themselves up. The elder Prime hoped that her brush with death hadn't rattled her too much; she was fresh, and dying was simply a rite of passage for any Prime who sought to make a difference in either themselves or the Omniverse. But, again, now was not the time to wax philosophical. Perhaps he was just projecting an undue perception of weakness on her for not being able to withstand the might of such a ferocious battle.
Tearen mentally chastised himself and pulled his tablet closer to perform some clerical duties. There would be ample opportunity to inquire on Malon's morale when they had reached safety...
Quote:Tearen and Malon moved from B15 to SHB
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