B2 wandering/eventually the school | day 1, backdated from midnight to 6 am

[ironiking]

[The moment he wakes up, Bro hoists himself to his feet, looks around, grabs the bag beside him, and climbs a tree. He doesn't like being out in the open--even in a forest--for any longer than is absolutely necessary. Not to mention his clothes have been swapped out, lame, and he's missing his sunglasses. He's not sticking around somewhere just

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[timekind]

[I bet you're feeling lucky with that submachine gun, aren't you, Player #02?

No. She really wasn't. But, she wouldn't let this get her down. Even without her Godtier flight and power, she would somehow get through this. She wasn't going to die, but she wasn't going to kill either. She won't do what these people want, whoever they are.

Upon arrival she was only about 20 yards from the school building and decided to take shelter from the cold night. She's been in there since, tucked away in one of the empty classrooms. The machine gun was out, but only as a means of protection. Maybe if they saw it and figured out she had a powerful weapon they would open to talking? It was worth the hope, right?

So, for now, she is in a very light rest. Some noise may wake her however, as she's already very anxious and rather paranoid given the situation.]

[ironiking]

[It takes longer for Bro to reach the school than it would regularly. He feels like he's moving through a fog. He's still faster than most people, but fuck, is his flashstepping ever slowed down. It makes him a little bit clumsier than usual right now: reflexes that he's prepared for, movements, none of them are working properly and feet move before arms are ready

[timekind]

[Aradia is already snapped awake when she hears the sounds of someone moving through. She does not get up however. First, she wants to see who it is. Maybe it was someone she knew? It was a thin hope, but she kept the gun secure in her hands and closed her eyes thinly enough to see through her lids. Naturally this doesn't work as well as she hoped - its too dark to even see anything, even when her eyes have already adjusted to the darkness of the classroom long before. The good thing about being a troll was that she was naturally a nocturnal creature. Seeing in the dark was easy enough. Making out faces, on the other hand, was not as simple a task.

So she waits for the person to draw closer. Patiently and keeping herself steady. Then, when she feels a weight on the gun, her eyes immediately snap open and one finger quickly moves to the trigger.]

...

[...He...looks familiar. Vaguely so, but the appearance is something in recent thought, just before she arrived here. As though she saw him recently--

TG: is

[ironiking]

[...she knows him? How does she know him? He keeps his hand heavy on the gun, not gripping it but making sure she doesn't tilt it his way. He shifts his feet slightly to brace himself properly in his crouch, avoid being pushed over.]

I'm not quite at that point yet, darlin'. Not that I believe you're six, but you're still a kid. So why not. Let's talk. You wanna tell me how you know about me? Shit's survey levels of important: I need the feedback. TV? Radio? Word of mouth? Other?