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Sky of Diamonds Moderators ([personal profile] resetbutton) wrote in [community profile] caveofsapphires2012-04-29 03:56 pm

smaller patch of fading sky [ open ]

WHO: EVERYONE. All PCs thus far will be in this log, through active tagging or implication.
WHAT: THRILLS. SPILLS. Hiking trip toward the Diamond City.
WHERE: The Overworld.
WHEN: Forward-dated to May 1st (Tuesday) through May 7th (Monday).
WARNINGS: May contain violence or other mentions of physical harm. This is not summer camp.
NOTES: More information can be found on the OOC post here. Please read it!

Gathered in the morning haze, Sleepers were brought to the mouth of the Cave with plenty of supplies and equipment. Compasses that would point them toward the City. Backpacks full of clothes and food, medical kits, tents and even weapons. Stun rifles and knives — to fight off any unwanted company, they said. ("Watch out for their bite," Ryan had commented. "Those fuckers are downright feral.") The straight and narrow path would get them there in six days if they kept a good clip. They were sent off just like that. Refusals to leave were met with a wall of guard force officers blocking the entrance back into the cave city. No way to go but forward, unless someone was particularly stalwart about remaining.

From the exterminator's station near the mouth, leaving the Cave was as simple as a short hike upward into the fresh air of the Overworld. Dust and an uncomfortable sort of heat pervaded the atmosphere, light winds stirring up the sand and teasing the meager bits of vegetation that had grown. No matter what direction you looked... it was all wasteland, cracked ground and desolate emptiness. Jutting up from scarred ground were boulders and small spires made entirely of glass and patches of stone; instead of reflecting the harsh sunlight, they seemed to absorb it and only add to the muted loneliness of the atmosphere. As far as the eye could see, there was no life to be found.

With no other option, the Sleepers eventually made their way onward.
| Day 1: Calm| Day 2: Animals| Day 3: Sandstorm| Day 4: Mansion| Day 5: Thomp| Days 6&7: Long way
hisprecious: (you've got to be kidding me)

[personal profile] hisprecious 2012-05-06 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You really want to go through all of that again?" Elena asked skeptically, crossing her arms. She could probably count herself lucky that she had yet to have any form of memory 'return' to her. Though that reprieve probably wouldn't last long; not since they were heading straight for the city.

She used her foot to swipe the small pile of sand in front of her until the ground was smooth again. "You can control it," she finally said, turning her eyes away from the sand to look at him. "That's already better than most of us."
trickntreats: (the waves keep pulling me in)

[personal profile] trickntreats 2012-05-06 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
He smiled grimly and a little dangerously, his amber eyes hard and cold. All of a sudden he did not look much like a jokester at all. "I was terrible at playing their game to begin with. I'm not going to play it on top of everything else they threw us into by shoving us into this oven."

Besides, if there was any point when they were going to be out of range, it was now. He looked away, more dismissive than evasive. "Comparing me to you is like comparing humans to dogs, nuclear warheads to tanks or a galaxy to a sun. The difference between us isn't what matters."
hisprecious: (save it)

[personal profile] hisprecious 2012-05-29 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
The abrupt change in his expression sent a chill up Elena's spine. If he had never seemed dangerous before, he sure as hell did right now. It was all she could do to keep herself from flinching away, but she managed to keep her gaze steady.

His next words did nothing to reassure her. "Meaning..."
trickntreats: (the great pretender)

[personal profile] trickntreats 2012-05-29 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
"If you can't get a meaning out of that, then I'm disappointed in you, really I am," Gabriel said sardonically, laying a hand over his heart without turning to look at her again. Sure, she might not even be human herself, but what did it matter? An archangel was a different league even to an ordinary angel.

To, what, a werewolf? A vampire? Even something like a god, there was no contest. Archangels were absolute ... when they had full access to their Grace.
hisprecious: (you've got to be kidding me)

[personal profile] hisprecious 2012-06-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Give me a break, I'm not only physically exhausted you know," Elena said, maybe more sharply than she intended.

His condescending tone of voice was grating on her already short nerves, and the fear from just moments ago had all but disappeared. Damon would've probably called her bravado 'idiotic lack of preservation for her own life', but after days of traveling and being stuck in a godforsaken desert, Elena was pretty fed up.

Maybe he'd put her out of her misery, she thought sardonically.
trickntreats: (the waves keep pulling me in)

[personal profile] trickntreats 2012-06-02 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
With a sigh Gabriel glanced over at her, and his eyes were still sharp, but this time old. Very old. Ancient. "It doesn't matter, okay? Just suffice to say that there's no damned comparison and my being able to paint a feet or so of sand is pathetic. And if they think my not having access to all my powers means I'm going to keep playing their game when they send us out alone, they're stupid."

They weren't stupid. Probably they knew full well that any power regain would come with abuses. Unless they weren't expecting a regain at all, in which case it would be more prudent to keep them under wraps, but Gabriel had had enough of prudence.