No Stripes; Closed Commentlog with Ashelin

[sandpaperbreath]

[Torn doesn't know where he is.

How he got here.

Who took his guns and knives.

And he doesn't like answers he can dredge up on his own. He's on some vessel out on the open sea and a part of it is on fire. This doesn't bode well

Comments

[nottheaveragekg]

[Ashelin's patting herself. Snow. Everywhere. Almost. That was one of the most obnoxious things she's ever gotten to do. One of the most, which implies that she'll have more things to do like that.

Snowballs are no fit replacement for an Eco pistol. Still, there's some kind of fun that just can't be gotten elsewhere when hitting the target with a ball of powder and ice. Don't quote her on that. Ashe isn't about to admit that she sincerely enjoyed it.

She's wandering down the hall, in the direction of the stairwell to the next floor, muttering to herself. Precursors forbid someone should actually hear her.]

Gotta' get it together, Herz.

[The guy's such a nervous wreck. Ashe isn't paying much attention to what's in front of her, though. Brushing remaining snow off is the first priority.]

[sandpaperbreath]

[There's movement higher in the stairwell.

Torn listens carefully, pressing himself into an blind spot. No one will see him unless they're on the landing directly above or below the stretch of stairs he's perched on.

Whoever it is doesn't make much noise. Not weighted down by armor, it seems. He brushes off the idea of running, then, and decides to sit in wait.

He'll ambush them, whoever they are. Take them before they can draw their pistol and find a damn way off this boat.]

[nottheaveragekg]

[Down the stairs. She's not in a hurry, not looking for anyone about to jump her, hasn't really made any enemies who would do such a thing. Her reason for worrying is absolutely nil. Of course, anything that comes at her clearly doesn't know who the opponent is.

Her pace is casual, nothing too strenuous, nothing too quickly paced, but not in competition with a snail either. Oh, Torn. You're in for such a huge surprise. Have fun with this one.]

[sandpaperbreath]

[He strikes the second she rounds the corner, silently advancing until--Wait a hot second.

He stops short, blue eyes wide.

If she's turned traitor on him, it doesn't cross his mind. If she's turned traitor, he's wide open for attack, standing a step down from her, putting him right at her level.]

...Ashelin?