( forest ) ( a ) [ it's not the first time fausta's been stranded, but it's the first time they've been stranded in quite this manner. they're still not entirely certain what happened, or where beaux is, but that can't be their first concern, either. instead, they head inland, away from the people and the chaos, and eventually find a quiet spot to tend to their injuries.
they're minor, thankfully, and they're already healing from them, but they're covered in sand and salt-water and annoyed about it. they strip their gear off, laying it out to dry (pistol, knife, sealed rations container, useless communications equipment, a medkit), then peel their fitted jumpsuit down to their waist, examining a cut on their forearm. there's a thoughtful pause, then they simply lift it to their face, licking the cut clean.
.. ah. ]
( b ) | cw: small animal death [ fausta hadn't been expecting to come across a campfire so quickly, but there they are. it seems as if at least a few of the people who'd arrived here with them aren't so useless, after all.
they've been hunting, and though every instinct says that they should turn and walk away, they still force themself to step silently into the small clearing, chin lifted and scarlet eyes bright and warning. there's a pair of rabbits in one hand held by their ears and still squirming, a third gripped in their other hand. a silent pause, then they lift the third rabbit to their mouth, teeth snapping neatly through the spine. they spit out blood and fur, then offer it out, mouth still streaked red. ]
You eat meat? [ their voice is as androgynous as their appearance, neither entirely feminine nor masculine, and that accent is entirely foreign. ] Keep up your strength.
( city ) [ despite the first impression one may have gotten from fausta, it seems as if they're perfectly at ease in a city, and can in fact be found browsing through one of the shops for what looks like skirts and maybe nice shoes? listen, just because they're trapped there for the time being doesn't mean they have to look like some sort of refugee.
they're certainly no less on their guard, though, because the moment a strange sound reaches their ears, they're spinning, pistol already humming dangerously as they bring it up to aim at whoever was unfortunate enough to come upon them. --at their feet, a massive, reptilian-looking cat-like creature sits--their daemon, clearly--blinking serenely at the intruder.
for a moment, two, fausta doesn't budge, staring hard.. but then they lower the pistol and holster it again, reaching up instead to push a few heavy locks of hair back from their face. ] You are in time. [ in time for what? they pick up a pair of leggings and lift them so they can be seen. they're definitely too short for fausta, but-- ] Do you think these will hold up? They seem very flimsy.
( network ) [ fausta's pretty much naked as they bend to tilt their daemon's chin up, adjusting the camera, just a wrap around their waist. it brings further attention to the inhuman proportions, the small breasts and sharp bones of their hips. they lift both hands to the heavy, damp weight of their hair, twisting it to wring the water out as they frown into the camera. ]
I have had days here. [ the frown deepens, whipcord tail flicking beneath the fabric. ] I know that we all come from different planets, some from an Earth that I have never seen. All from great disasters. [ their eyes drop away, and they busy themself braiding their hair. ] .. What I want to know is, does that mean that reality as we know it is gone? Are the people that we once knew-- [ and loved. ] --gone?
[ a beat, and they take a bracing breath, lifting their chin again. ] We should also pool resources, yes? This place provides, but not everything. What can you do?
fausta ( original )
( a )
[ it's not the first time fausta's been stranded, but it's the first time they've been stranded in quite this manner. they're still not entirely certain what happened, or where beaux is, but that can't be their first concern, either. instead, they head inland, away from the people and the chaos, and eventually find a quiet spot to tend to their injuries.
they're minor, thankfully, and they're already healing from them, but they're covered in sand and salt-water and annoyed about it. they strip their gear off, laying it out to dry (pistol, knife, sealed rations container, useless communications equipment, a medkit), then peel their fitted jumpsuit down to their waist, examining a cut on their forearm. there's a thoughtful pause, then they simply lift it to their face, licking the cut clean.
.. ah. ]
( b ) | cw: small animal death
[ fausta hadn't been expecting to come across a campfire so quickly, but there they are. it seems as if at least a few of the people who'd arrived here with them aren't so useless, after all.
they've been hunting, and though every instinct says that they should turn and walk away, they still force themself to step silently into the small clearing, chin lifted and scarlet eyes bright and warning. there's a pair of rabbits in one hand held by their ears and still squirming, a third gripped in their other hand. a silent pause, then they lift the third rabbit to their mouth, teeth snapping neatly through the spine. they spit out blood and fur, then offer it out, mouth still streaked red. ]
You eat meat? [ their voice is as androgynous as their appearance, neither entirely feminine nor masculine, and that accent is entirely foreign. ] Keep up your strength.
( city )
[ despite the first impression one may have gotten from fausta, it seems as if they're perfectly at ease in a city, and can in fact be found browsing through one of the shops for what looks like skirts and maybe nice shoes? listen, just because they're trapped there for the time being doesn't mean they have to look like some sort of refugee.
they're certainly no less on their guard, though, because the moment a strange sound reaches their ears, they're spinning, pistol already humming dangerously as they bring it up to aim at whoever was unfortunate enough to come upon them. --at their feet, a massive, reptilian-looking cat-like creature sits--their daemon, clearly--blinking serenely at the intruder.
for a moment, two, fausta doesn't budge, staring hard.. but then they lower the pistol and holster it again, reaching up instead to push a few heavy locks of hair back from their face. ] You are in time. [ in time for what? they pick up a pair of leggings and lift them so they can be seen. they're definitely too short for fausta, but-- ] Do you think these will hold up? They seem very flimsy.
( network )
[ fausta's pretty much naked as they bend to tilt their daemon's chin up, adjusting the camera, just a wrap around their waist. it brings further attention to the inhuman proportions, the small breasts and sharp bones of their hips. they lift both hands to the heavy, damp weight of their hair, twisting it to wring the water out as they frown into the camera. ]
I have had days here. [ the frown deepens, whipcord tail flicking beneath the fabric. ] I know that we all come from different planets, some from an Earth that I have never seen. All from great disasters. [ their eyes drop away, and they busy themself braiding their hair. ] .. What I want to know is, does that mean that reality as we know it is gone? Are the people that we once knew-- [ and loved. ] --gone?
[ a beat, and they take a bracing breath, lifting their chin again. ] We should also pool resources, yes? This place provides, but not everything. What can you do?