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Sirius Black ([personal profile] doggedly) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2016-01-12 02:41 pm

over the river & through the woods

CHARACTERS: Our Intrepid Explorers (Bucky Barnes, Gavroche Thernardier, Jack Benjamin, L, Remus Lupin, Rey, Rue Lancaster, and Sirius Black)
WARNINGS: will update if necessary
SUMMARY: an exploration with necessary details here. to seek out new life and new civilizations. to boldly go where apparently someone has already tunneled before. starters for each stage of the journey have been posted below but also please ad your own.
NOTES: BACKDATED to January 7-10
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[personal profile] lafautedevoltaire 2016-01-17 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Gavroche has been following along for hours now. It would have been simpler if they'd just agreed to let him come along to begin with. But he really needed to know what was out there. And with Carolyn disappearing there were very few people left who would try to stop him.
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-16 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Alert is what he'd call it, if anybody'd asked him. Restless implies needing to move for the sake of moving; he just has a lot to keep an eye on, is all. Jungle isn't the easiest territory to survey. His night vision isn't what it used to be. Their enemies are small, and everywhere. And watching.

So he doesn't pace, even if he'd like to, but he doesn't sleep either. He sits still, sometimes a little unnervingly so. He keeps his eyes open. Under double moonlight, he cleans the day's gore from his knives with a gentle, rhythmic scrape. (Maybe it's a calming sound, instead of ominous.)

After, when his weapons have been thoroughly cared for, he sets to maintaining the rest of him — chews on some lizard jerky, rehydrates, stubbornly ignores the stiff ache in his shoulder, the usual. He doesn't get a whole lot more talkative, but anybody else still up is liable to get a canteen rolled over against their boot sooner or later. Drink something, you look terrible.
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-16 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Rey doesn't sleep much. About an hour or so is all she really needs to keep herself moving. When she does sleep, she sits upright with her back up against a tree, her arms folded over her chest with her legs sprawled before her. Despite her quiet snores every now and then, she's a light sleeper.

Which is why it doesn't take much to rouse her awake when she hears the subtle movements of someone else close by. Finding it impossible to get back to sleep afterwards, she decidedly sits on duel watch for a while. While she isn't armed and not so protectively dressed with her tanktop and cargo pants, she is hardly what you could call defenseless. Even when she had slept, there was an air of vigilance about her.

Some time later, she finds a canteen of water kicked her way. She pauses, blinking at it as though trying to figure it out, before going for a much-needed drink. A muttered thank you follows.

Then, shortly afterwards, she finally speaks up: "Can take the next watch, if you're tired." Though she feels that she may already know the answer.
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-16 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
A beat passes. It's only day one; he doesn't need sleep yet, not in a way that registers, but he does sometimes since unplugging, and he will on this trip. It's easy to forget. Difficult to plan for. He's not leaving the watch to just anybody, though.

"Training?" he asks, not taking his eyes off the jungle. She's more disciplined than the others, he's noticed that much. A better fighter.
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-17 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't much of an answer, but it's about what she could expect from someone who looks like this guy. There's an odd, familiar air about him as well.

At his question, she just shrugs a shoulder. "Something like that, yes."

Is it really training if you've had all the experience downloaded into your brain?
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Something like that?" he presses, sliding an eye over to her.

Because privacy is all well and good - there sure is plenty he doesn't want to talk about, but as far as he's concerned this is a mission, and he has acceptable parameters to satisfy, and he's going to need a little more information than that to decide if they are.
circumitus: She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides. (it's not like i paid for sex)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-18 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well. Own somewhere around two centuries' worth of different soldiers' memories up here." She taps the side of her head. "So, again, it's 'something like that'. As in, was able to bypass most of the actual training part."
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-18 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He stills. Well. Alright. That's at least double what he's got.

A nod, slight. "Still gotta practice. Teach your body all the stuff in your head." Right? His voice is gentler, not like he's grilling her anymore, just saying. He could be wrong, about how it works for her. Maybe it wasn't the way it was for him. But he's watching her now with an abrupt increase in intensity, like he's just discovered she's made of answers, if only he can figure out the questions.

"Any of 'em decent? The soldiers."
Edited 2016-01-18 21:20 (UTC)
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-18 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not much of an issue. Saw plenty of action before, and spar regularly with a housemate." Though her style compared to Firo's is much different. Soldiers don't tend to fight like gangsters or vice versa.

She sighs, climbing to her feet and dusting off the dirt from her pants.

"If you're asking if they were decent fighters, then yes, of course. If you mean whether or not they were decent people... it depends."
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-19 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. She's met his excessively high standards well enough for now.

"I hadn't thought about it," he admits. If they were decent people. "Most people aren't."

In his limited experience with both people and decency, anyway. He gives a slight, stiff shrug.
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-01-20 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, understanding. Even the 'decent' people she knows has some flaws that are rather difficult to overlook. While not all of her old selves were necessarily terrible people--

"When it comes to fighting wars, you're always a monster to someone."

--there is that. And usually it's to the people you're killing.
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[personal profile] benumbing 2016-01-20 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything is trying to kill them. Jack's oddly okay with that. He understands it. If something comes too close and it's not one of his fellow explorers, you kill it. It's so simple that even a child could understand.

Apparently they have one of those.

He's tired, his legs and his eyes, but he doesn't sleep. He also doesn't complain, which is somewhat surprising given his former position. But there were many nights just like this one when he wasn't a prince. He was a soldier, and he acted according, mouth shut and ears open. And a finger always close to the trigger.

It's not paranoia when you know that things are trying to kill you.
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[personal profile] fullmoon 2016-01-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Well that's," Remus says. The originally planned end of that sentence might be unnerving or might be a rope, but both go without saying. There are all sorts of highly observant people here. They don't need sweat-sticky Welsh wizards to tell them when something is unnerving, or a rope, or an unnerving rope.

Heights aren't his most favourite thing in the world, but he pushes the trunk of the tree with his foot to test its steadiness, then puts a hand on it to make himself feel a little better about leaning over the cliff face to look down.

He's checking for bodies, for the record.
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[personal profile] coldshot 2016-01-16 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
It sure is. As Captain Obvious leans over the edge of the cliff, the Winter Soldier edges closer in turn, just in case that tree stump turns out not to be so sturdy after all. Or maybe he's just gravitationally drawn to people making questionable decisions regarding their personal safety. But he does spare a glance for the rope.

"One of ours?" he asks. Or one of theirs — whoever they are, with the spears.
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[personal profile] lafautedevoltaire 2016-01-17 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Gavroche is also examining the cliff. He's an expert climber. Sure, usually chimneys, but he could diversify. "The climb shouldn't be too bad... as long no one cuts the rope." The fact that it happened to someone else was... not exactly a good sign.
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[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2016-01-18 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
L has been looking at the rope as unobtrusively as is typical for him, which is to say that he doesn't mind ducking his head in and out of someone else's line of sight but hasn't done so incessantly. He frowns at the rope, examines the end, captures an image of it with his communicator.

"I'm more concerned about why it was left here to begin with. The easiest explanation is that it was cut so no one else would attempt to go down there -- but in that case, why not remove the evidence that someone has? This is like an arrow pointing in that direction.

"A number of other scenarios are possible, but the remaining rope up here is always troublesome -- if you were cutting it for a friend who had scaled down and wanted the rest of their rope to continue on with, wouldn't you try to untie it so they'd have more length? A crime of passion seems more likely, but in that case, we'll probably find the rest of the rope at the foot, maybe a body.

And if someone wants us to know we can go down this way... who? Why?"
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[personal profile] fullmoon 2016-02-01 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
The purpose of this trip, as it was advertised, is to find Weird Things, which may shed light—faint green glowing light, sure, why not—on other Weird Things, so mission half-accomplished. Weird Thing discovered, check, but the light-shedding only literal, not yet metaphorical.

The unadvertised, unspoken purpose is to find people. Too many have gone missing lately. Remus has Harry's wand, which he hits on his thigh like its contents might shift and become more responsive before making an attempt at lumos that sputters and sparks before settling into a cooperative white glow in the dark—Harry's gone, now James, and countless others.

Sirius is a dog, at the moment. Understandably. Remus wishes he could be a dog, too, in a less murderous and more simple way than normal, until James turns up and Sirius stops being like this.

They've already visited here once, with everyone else. Coming back alone means there's no one to look at Remus like he's gone a bit nutty when he says, "I'll follow you," conversationally, to Padfoot.
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[personal profile] fullmoon 2016-02-01 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
On cue, there's the bioluminescence; Remus holds the wand up to the wall and it lights around his hand, green trailing after as he walks. The other hand brushes Padfoot a few times and then settles on his head for a second to muss the fur there. Mostly for his own sake. Everyone else comes and goes—he's come and gone—and Sirius is still here. That's something.

"They're not here," he says into the dark. "When we get back we can try looking in the other direction. I heard walking in a spiral is best."

But useless if they've vanished into thin air.
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[personal profile] fullmoon 2016-02-01 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Remus has to stop walking to avoid tripping, for a second, but he grins—a tight, brief thing, but not fake. Ahead of them the tunnel opens up, invisible in the dark but still sensed, the sudden absence of claustrophobia even though they can't quite see the walls. A few more steps and the hand Remus has held toward the tunnel wall is held into empty air instead.

"We ought to check the ship, too." He's not out of hope yet. "It could be pulling people back in to—somewhere."

A void. It's not impossible.