Concordia, Elpis - Friday Afternoon

[dwarvenswagger]

The previous location of the island had been familiar in a way. A little woodsy and, dare he say Elvish, but familiar enough. Yes, even with the slightly murderous bear people.

This one, however, was completely alien.

Thorin found himself eyeing the strange city of Men with its constant announcements about this 'Meriff' person and 'H' shaped monstrosity in the sky above them with no small measure of distaste. Perhaps the land beyond here wpuld prove less strange? AHAHAHAHAno.

[expecting one, but open if you like!]

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[dwarvenswagger]

Always an argument.

Thorin inclined his head in agreement, going through the dingy and ill-kept hallways to one of the strange doorways they were supposed to lead them outside the city.

"Have you explored all the lands we have visited?"

[crimson_sister]

"No," Lucille said. "I haven't. Yourself?" She looked at the doorway. "I assume this leads outside."

[dwarvenswagger]

"A few of them," he admitted, squinting at the strange doorway. He took the moment to step through to find it a vortex that deposited him in yet another building. Though this one was more brightly lit with three vending machines advertising healing, ammo, and guns.

Because Borderlands.

[crimson_sister]

The doorways were indeed strange, just like everything here.

"They have machines selling things." Lucille was clearly not impressed.

[dwarvenswagger]

"They rely heavily on such things."

As evident from the malfunctioning Claptrap unit running into the wall repeatedly. While saying 'Ow' each time.

"To their detriment, I fear."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was about to say she agreed, but then remembered who she was talking to. "I doubt they even care about it."

She stopped in front of a vending machine and pressed a button.

[dwarvenswagger]

The machine promptly responded with a cheerful: 'Why loot the dead when you could buy from me?'

Yeah, that was a thing.

"What." Yes, Thorin. This was how the planet rolled.

[crimson_sister]

"I have no intention of looting the dead!" In case Thorin was wondering. "Or buying things from machines. Let's see if we can find a more pleasant place."

She spun around and looked for a way.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I should hope not," Thorin replied primly.

The door outside and onto the planet landscape had a glowing blue sheen to it, but beyond that it was open. Because atmosphere was necessary when indoors and hiding form enemies.

[crimson_sister]

Lucille stopped in front of the door. "I suppose this is where we are supposed to put on those strange 'kits'."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Did you require assistance?" he asked. Because he was always a bit of a dick. Let's be real here.

[crimson_sister]

"Of course not." Lucille gave him a look that aimed to tell him he was being annoying. She examined the kit, trying to figure it out.

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, he knew he was being annoying. It was his thing when it came to her.

Thorin shrugged, eyeing his own kit for a moment before putting it on like a necklace. And, you know, hope for the best. "Perhaps we could inquire with the locals."

No, please don't talk to the scavs. They will try to stab you both.

[crimson_sister]

"They don't look friendly," Lucille said, pointing out the obvious. She tried sticking her arms through it, hoping it would stay on her shoulder.

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, it would have to do. Or they would asphyxiate. No big.

"Men rarely do."

[crimson_sister]

"And Dwarves do?" Lucille felt she had a point.

To prove she was not a coward, she stepped through the doorway before Thorin.

[dwarvenswagger]

"They do!" Thorin insisted, following hot on her heels. When the blue bubble of the Oz kit activated around his head with a strange voice announcing 'No atmosphere detected' he reared back a bit in surprise.

[crimson_sister]

"I'm sure they..." Lucille began, and then she had a blue bubble around her head. She looked at Thorin. He looked ridiculous.

"You look ridiculous."

[dwarvenswagger]

"And you look as you always do," he drawled.

Oh, sick burn, Thorin.

[crimson_sister]

"Are you trying to be funny?" Dwarf humor didn't impress Lucille. "Now, shall we explore the delightful countryside?"

[dwarvenswagger]

He was succeeding at being funny if you asked him.

"I suppose we shall," he said with a little bow to allow her to lead the way across the strange landscape. Was that... lava in the distance?

[crimson_sister]

It surely looked like it was. "This place looks rather barren," Lucille observed. It made the land around Allerdale Hall look like green meadows.

[dwarvenswagger]

"Like the top of a mountain." Or a volcano. Not that he'd been to one because ahahaha Mordor no.

[crimson_sister]

"Well, yes," Lucille said. "I'm sure this will be a lovely walk."

There was sarcasm there, of course, but she didn't want Thorin to think she was in any way afraid.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I will do my best to keep you from harm," Thorin said with solemn sincerity. As was his duty as prince.