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blessed are they who stand before
Who: leliana & robyn, leliana & cullen, and leliana & OPEN
Where: around the mansion
When: april 16-20
Rating: pg-13??
Summary: killin' some zombies. and some friends. oops.
The Story:
WITH ONE SWIFT STRIKE HE PIERCED HER HEART ( CLOSED TO ROBYN )
NOW HER HAND IS RAISED, A SWORD TO PIERCE THE SUN ( CLOSED TO CULLEN )
WHERE THEY TOUCHED THE EARTH, TWISTED DARKNESS GREW ( OPEN )
Where: around the mansion
When: april 16-20
Rating: pg-13??
Summary: killin' some zombies. and some friends. oops.
The Story:
WITH ONE SWIFT STRIKE HE PIERCED HER HEART ( CLOSED TO ROBYN )
It's hard to keep track of everyone in this chaos. After the first day of running, hiding, and fighting, Leliana mostly gives up on keeping track of everyone she's concerned about. But as the event wears on and she doesn't see certain people, she abandons her crusade of killing as many of these monsters as possible while herding others to safety. Just long enough to track down certain parties.
It's mildly annoying how long it takes her to find Robyn. But any annoyance Leliana feels goes flying straight out the window when she sees the state of her friend. Breath caught in her throat, she rushes over to the small bit of safety Robyn has managed to carve out for herself and reaches out for her. Gloved hands hover over her, not daring to touch her quite yet. Her gaze is locked on the bloody bite on Robyn's arm. She paid attention to the informative posts on the device the day this all started. She knows what that means.
"Merde," she breathes. "How long has it been?"
NOW HER HAND IS RAISED, A SWORD TO PIERCE THE SUN ( CLOSED TO CULLEN )
By midday on the eighteenth, Leliana is beginning to tire. She's been catching naps over the past few days in barricaded rooms, but hasn't had any real, good sleep since all this started. It's not the longest time she's done this--the Arbor Wilds was about three days as well--but exhaustion is slowly creeping up on her. That is how she finds herself caught fighting three runners.
She grits her teeth and curses under her breath, knives flashing. She's angry with herself for letting this happen. She's angry that she's trapped in a place where things like this are relatively normal. And she's downright peeved that she's out of arrows. It makes her strikes a little harder, a little more vicious.
At least until a runner bites her arm. The bite doesn't go through her leather gloves or her chainmail, but it throws off her balance. "Maker!" she reaches out with her other hand, driving her knife into the thing's skull. But another runner comes at her from behind as she does, and she hasn't the time to turn around. Now would be a good time for unexpected back-up.
WHERE THEY TOUCHED THE EARTH, TWISTED DARKNESS GREW ( OPEN )
The first days are mostly spent fighting. Leliana prowls the halls of the mansion, looking for those cornered by the monsters or trying to get to safety. When she needs to, she breaks for food and rest, usually barricading herself in a room and sleeping with her knives on her lap. It's dangerous. But better that than fumble for them if she gets woken by the creatures.
As the days drag on, it gets harder to focus. Dark circles appear under her eyes and her armor is stained with viscera--some fresh, some old. By day four she's less concerned about helping other people and more concerned about getting out of this alive. Oh, she'll lend a hand if she sees someone in a bad situation, but she's more likely to greet strangers with a suspicious look and a question about infection than anything else.
This is worse than the Deep Roads, really. And she hated the Deep Roads.
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"From what little I know of this place, I would guess the latter."
Wonderland is a bag of dicks in her opinion. And if it's going to throw something like this at them why not make it nigh impossible to find anything useful in the mansion?
"The spores came from inside the mansion, yes?" She may be remembering wrong, but it seems like that was the case. "If no one has opened windows or doors, there may still be things outside that haven't become--" She almost says tainted, but that's not quite right, is it? "Infected."
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Cullen submits the report for her consideration. It is certainly worth a thought, not having to fight the environment itself goes a long way, but without sufficient numbers on their end any venture outside may prove a great risk regardless.
"Unless we can find some way to lock the creatures inside, without cutting off all escape routes for any survivors."
He opens the closet doors, and frowns. He thought of rations when he pulled at the door, but the space inside is all but empty, safe for a stale piece of bread, and a throwing knife. He puts the former into his bag of rations, and hands the latter to Leliana.
"Another spare for you."