8 - Action

[thearchangel]

[He's not worried.]

[Being worried would imply that the object of his concern couldn't take care of themselves. And nothing could be further from the truth. The other missing parties came back perfectly fine, there's no reason to assume the commander would be the sole exception.]

[But he hasn't stopped looking. Checking the place they crawled out of before -- the hole in the clothier's tower -- hunting through the keep for any place someone might be held, or something that might prove distracting. It's all futile, and somewhere along the line, he realizes he's out of the little wafers the keep's medic handed him.]

[And he... has been. For a while.]

[So he puts his plans on hold for the moment -- he'll trek his way out to the forest, and the secluded theatre later -- and makes his way to the infirmary.]

[He knocks, and waits.]



((ooc: Anyone can bump into him at any point! Before the infirmary, after, whenever!))

Comments

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

What if one of us finds her first?

[sanomorior]

Then you don't engage her and you alert us.

If you have to engage her, keep your guard up. She's dangerous.

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Dangerous like how? What's she capable of?

[sanomorior]

Think about it this way: someone who's lost everything is afraid of nothing. She's dangerous in ways you can only dream of.

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I can do a little better than dreaming.

[Omega, after all, hadn't been a stranger to those types.]

[sanomorior]

With any luck, you won't have to.

[A short sigh, then she tilts her head just slightly to the side.]

Is that all you needed?

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess.

[sanomorior]

Then I'll see you next time you need more medicine. Or whenever you're mortally wounded - you know, whichever comes first.

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Let's... hope it isn't the latter.

[sanomorior]

Yeah. Try to keep safe.

[After all, she likes you.]