[South is disoriented when she wakes up, in some weird ass forest and by herself instead of in the back of a pelican on her way home from a mission. She jumps to full attention as soon as she's aware of herself being somewhere different, assault rifle up and ready for any attack. She feels watched, her helmet flashlight desperately trying to pierce through the darkness to show any sign of enemies watching her. It was probably just the darkness and the one single area of distant light making things seem creepy, making her paranoid.
Her first thought is the pelican was taken down while close to a planet or something, crashed in a weird forest and left her knocked around and lost. But a quick review of herself makes her rethink that, she has no injuries pointing to a crash and there's no debris from the ship. Plus North, Carolina, and Niner are all MIA. Surely at least one of them or piece of their armor would be around her if there was a crash.
Dream seems more likely, she decides, even if she doesn't feel like she's been dreaming. The last thing she remembers is lugging North's overly big body to a seat and strapping him in, and Niner locking her out of the cockpit. Shit- and the bumpy ride, she definitely remembers being thrown around the ship and falling on her face. She must be knocked silly.
Despite it not feeling like she's simply unconscious and dreaming or hallucinating, she decides that's what it has to be, only thing that makes sense. After trying to force herself to wake up, and failing, she decides to explore the dream. What's it called? Lucid dreaming? Something of that nature, and maybe the only way to wake up was to "get out" of the forest. It seems to make as much sense as anything else, and she sets out towards the light.
After a bit, she takes note that the light isn't getting closer. It seems to be getting further away, her eyes narrowing at it from behind her helmet before she decides to try something different. If she can't get out of the forest, she'll go through it. With force if she has to.
She checks around one more time to make sure nothing has slipped up behind her or something, feeling that paranoia burning down the back of her neck, then sets to work on the trees. She starts with her boot, kicking at the branches and breaking pieces off. It's not fast enough and she starts in with her hands, putting her rifle on her back and digging fingers into the branches to rip them out. It's progress but not enough, still, and she takes to punching the damned mess, growling to herself as she hits the branches to break out.
Finally, she takes up her rifle again, not bothering to weight the dangers or risks of shooting into some unknown foliage, and starts firing into the part she's been breaking away.]
[South takes forever to decide what to do; video, text, or voice. She's not weighting the pros and cons- she's trying to decide what would be the most impressionable. Video is what she decides to go with, she'll be seen and heard, that's going to be good. The hardest part was to go with or without helmet. She's been warned informed she might find people from her reality, and she figures, if she's even here to begin with, there's a good chance she'll know at least one other person.
So with her helmet off, blond and purple hair hanging sharply around her face, she starts the video with a grin, tip of her tongue sticking out and nose wrinkled from the expression as she looks into the camera]
Hey, so, which planet and shit has a beach or something vacation-y? Cause I sure as fuck want a beach vacation. Also need directions to a store with swim suits. And real clothes. And where the closest bar is. And. I need a directory, does this TAB thing have a directory-
[The video cuts out as she starts fiddling with her TAB, setting out to look for said directory]
Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue
[South is disoriented when she wakes up, in some weird ass forest and by herself instead of in the back of a pelican on her way home from a mission. She jumps to full attention as soon as she's aware of herself being somewhere different, assault rifle up and ready for any attack. She feels watched, her helmet flashlight desperately trying to pierce through the darkness to show any sign of enemies watching her. It was probably just the darkness and the one single area of distant light making things seem creepy, making her paranoid.
Her first thought is the pelican was taken down while close to a planet or something, crashed in a weird forest and left her knocked around and lost. But a quick review of herself makes her rethink that, she has no injuries pointing to a crash and there's no debris from the ship. Plus North, Carolina, and Niner are all MIA. Surely at least one of them or piece of their armor would be around her if there was a crash.
Dream seems more likely, she decides, even if she doesn't feel like she's been dreaming. The last thing she remembers is lugging North's overly big body to a seat and strapping him in, and Niner locking her out of the cockpit. Shit- and the bumpy ride, she definitely remembers being thrown around the ship and falling on her face. She must be knocked silly.
Despite it not feeling like she's simply unconscious and dreaming or hallucinating, she decides that's what it has to be, only thing that makes sense. After trying to force herself to wake up, and failing, she decides to explore the dream. What's it called? Lucid dreaming? Something of that nature, and maybe the only way to wake up was to "get out" of the forest. It seems to make as much sense as anything else, and she sets out towards the light.
After a bit, she takes note that the light isn't getting closer. It seems to be getting further away, her eyes narrowing at it from behind her helmet before she decides to try something different. If she can't get out of the forest, she'll go through it. With force if she has to.
She checks around one more time to make sure nothing has slipped up behind her or something, feeling that paranoia burning down the back of her neck, then sets to work on the trees. She starts with her boot, kicking at the branches and breaking pieces off. It's not fast enough and she starts in with her hands, putting her rifle on her back and digging fingers into the branches to rip them out. It's progress but not enough, still, and she takes to punching the damned mess, growling to herself as she hits the branches to break out.
Finally, she takes up her rifle again, not bothering to weight the dangers or risks of shooting into some unknown foliage, and starts firing into the part she's been breaking away.]
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[South takes forever to decide what to do; video, text, or voice. She's not weighting the pros and cons- she's trying to decide what would be the most impressionable. Video is what she decides to go with, she'll be seen and heard, that's going to be good. The hardest part was to go with or without helmet. She's been
warnedinformed she might find people from her reality, and she figures, if she's even here to begin with, there's a good chance she'll know at least one other person.So with her helmet off, blond and purple hair hanging sharply around her face, she starts the video with a grin, tip of her tongue sticking out and nose wrinkled from the expression as she looks into the camera]
Hey, so, which planet and shit has a beach or something vacation-y? Cause I sure as fuck want a beach vacation. Also need directions to a store with swim suits. And real clothes. And where the closest bar is. And. I need a directory, does this TAB thing have a directory-
[The video cuts out as she starts fiddling with her TAB, setting out to look for said directory]