[It's not like Quatre is a stranger to death, really. Honestly it's the exact opposite. War has, unfortunately, made him quite intimately familiar with it. And this, whatever is going on here, isn't death. Dead things had to be alive first, right? And whatever these bodies were, they certainly don't seem like they fit that category. It's disturbing though, and the blond is scrambling away as best he can, down and away, falling over one of the motionless, lifeless forms and straight into someone a great deal more alive.] Sorry... sorry, are you okay?
[He's disoriented. As far as he can remember, no time has passed since he was last right here -- or well okay not right here, in his apartment in the residential district. How's he supposed to know it's been months? And he can't figure out how he wound up here, in the sanctuary, or what happened to it.]
[Phase IV]
[Quatre is a smart enough guy. As he makes his way through the city -- the state it's in the disarray, the weather -- he's starting to realize something strange is going on, that a great deal more time has passed than he expected it to. And it's got him shaken. Very shaken.
Of course the fact that he's drenched definitely isn't helping. The fact that he's drenched and wandering far too close to the edge of the city and the walls isn't helping. Nor is the fact that it's getting dark. And cold.
The small blond is a shivering mess, and too turned around to figure out where he went wrong in his directions.] I'm definitely lost. What is going on here...
[He'll remember his communicator in a bit, once his mind clears.]
[Bonus]
[Once he finally has himself turned back around he's making his way back towards where he thinks he lives. But who even knows anymore? But that doesn't go as planned either.
And instead Quatre is trying (as politely as possible) to convince a robot that he does not need to be escorted anywhere.] No. No, that's fine. Thank you. I'm fine. Please let go... [It's got his arm though, and he is tragically small. So digging his heels in and trying to pull his arm free is only getting him so far.] Stop!
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[It's not like Quatre is a stranger to death, really. Honestly it's the exact opposite. War has, unfortunately, made him quite intimately familiar with it. And this, whatever is going on here, isn't death. Dead things had to be alive first, right? And whatever these bodies were, they certainly don't seem like they fit that category. It's disturbing though, and the blond is scrambling away as best he can, down and away, falling over one of the motionless, lifeless forms and straight into someone a great deal more alive.] Sorry... sorry, are you okay?
[He's disoriented. As far as he can remember, no time has passed since he was last right here -- or well okay not right here, in his apartment in the residential district. How's he supposed to know it's been months? And he can't figure out how he wound up here, in the sanctuary, or what happened to it.]
[Phase IV]
[Quatre is a smart enough guy. As he makes his way through the city -- the state it's in the disarray, the weather -- he's starting to realize something strange is going on, that a great deal more time has passed than he expected it to. And it's got him shaken. Very shaken.
Of course the fact that he's drenched definitely isn't helping. The fact that he's drenched and wandering far too close to the edge of the city and the walls isn't helping. Nor is the fact that it's getting dark. And cold.
The small blond is a shivering mess, and too turned around to figure out where he went wrong in his directions.] I'm definitely lost. What is going on here...
[He'll remember his communicator in a bit, once his mind clears.]
[Bonus]
[Once he finally has himself turned back around he's making his way back towards where he thinks he lives. But who even knows anymore? But that doesn't go as planned either.
And instead Quatre is trying (as politely as possible) to convince a robot that he does not need to be escorted anywhere.] No. No, that's fine. Thank you. I'm fine. Please let go... [It's got his arm though, and he is tragically small. So digging his heels in and trying to pull his arm free is only getting him so far.] Stop!
[Help? Please?]