Wet? here. in the desert. It's damp and wet.
...
Why.
Go looking.
If I find nothing, ask granny.
"Big storm the other day. Huge, like a sea storm in the wet season. I thought Omega was coming to an end. Oh, not because of the intensity of the storm, but because of the wetness of it. That's not normal, miss. I thought they mighta broke something. They still might have. The captains are nervous."
"If you like, you can help hang the windows on the second floor. They're kinda slippery. If you don't tag them just right, then when they fly off their windowsills, they'll just keep going.
Rank? Hmmm. three successful missions is something. Did you encounter any complications? How did you distinguish yourself on these missions?
Of course, there are units within the Omega structure through which you can advance, if you are so inclined. My own unit could use your talents. We act as a sort of policing force within Omega. But, I hear that you are good with a more direct, more violent methodology as well. Perhaps we could persuade the higher ups to let you run a mission, as a sergeant pro tem.
or maybe you just need to make your case. The Man in Armor might have promoted you on the spot, had you asked while he was here."
"Statement: This one feels that this one aqcuitted itself well enough. This one killed a fair few hostiles, and also learned the goblin's language on the spot. As for complications, probably close to half of this one's teammates died, though this is of no direct consequence to this one.
Admission: This one may also have murdered one of the targets this one was tasked to retrieve on this one's first mission. In this one's defence, he was an insuffarable asshole.
Pondering statement: This one won't ask for a rise in rank just one, this one thinks. Being low of rank and not having many responsibilities could very well be a blessing. This one will look into those windows."
Finish up our conversation, then go and help hang the windows on the second floor.
"Take care not to let them bond with you. They like to meld into flat surfaces. or curved, as long as there is enough smooth area for them." You go in and, over the next couple days, fight with some rather intractable windows. You get about a third of them put in, and have to have one chemically peeled off a shin. It wihters as a result. Fortunately, there are spares, as this was apparently an expected occurrence.
Ah. Well, keep lounging around.
Sure, sure. the water begins to settle, or drain out of the morgue. the tip of your nose is exposed.
Upon awakening, Dar'yajira jumps up, wide-eyed and clearly frightened. After realizing he is in no direct danger, the feline qietly slinks off to the shadows to collect himself.
Get water, then go find Aylia. Quietly watch her, while annoying the GM with bolded non-actions thinking about what that abberation was, and what just happened with it.
You gain some startling insights, the implications of which are rather perplexing, especially in regard to your druidic heritage. PM me for the details.
I doubt Thrips knows how to swim. Maybe I could paddle a bit safely?
Continue splashing and exploring. Watch the goings-on and see what effects this flood is having on the area.
You have some fun over the next few days, and even learn how to swim a little. Oh, you're no expert, but you can get across a pond without trouble. You get some water in your ears and suffer an ear infection though. Before long, the water is too shallow to swim in anymore. The biggest effect you have seen has been the greenery, and the mud. But the greenery located at the top of the cliffs is already dull and withered, and hte stuff lower in is receding as well, collapsing slowly in on itself again.
I report about the mission. I (kinda truthfully) tell the tale that I destroyed the two bots almost single-handedly.
You receive mild interest, and your report is finished rather quicker than you wanted it to, before you are ushered back out of Officer country and told to wait. So you do. about a day and a half later, you are summoned. "We have need of your particular talents. But there is risk involved. And what we are asking of you will come with a gaes, that you not speak of it to anyone below the rank of Captain in Omega legion, nor anyone outside of it, nor at any place other than Omega legion. The gaes will prevent you from speaking it at all. Thinkwel on what we are asking, and come back within a day with your answer.
"That was rather nice! Do you know how it does that thing with its voice, perhaps?"
Ask!
"Much like the Song of the Siren, of course. It's a strange, hypnotic bait, arising out of that one's particular hunger. Are you telling me that you wish to become such as that?"
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