song_tra_bong: (golden)
[ooc: from here]

They walk out into the early afternoon, the air faintly humid and the sky clear. There hasn't been much activity out this way, so they should be undisturbed...unless of course they decided to go looking for trouble. For now, though, her attention is on Gorlim.

"Dove? You're still with me, yeah?"
song_tra_bong: (if i die in a combat zone)
They head north for a while, finding nothing particular but silence and trees and room to wander. Soon enough, the light begins to fade and they head back towards the site of their earlier skirmish. For an ambush point, then end up settling on the set of trees their runner had made for earlier; they do make excellent cover.

Mary Anne leans back against a trunk, checking her knives in preparation. She is looking forward to using her newest.
song_tra_bong: (shoulder strap)
They haven't been walking for too long when the rain finally begins to lessen. Mary Anne doesn't wait for it to stop, just yanks the suffocating poncho off and stuffs it halfway into her bag. She'd rather be slightly wet than spend any more time in that oversized garbage bag.

She sighs in relief and pauses to reorient herself. She thinks there may be something off to the north-east, but with the rain still falling it's hard to tell. Could just be water in the leaves. Maybe something else.

She puts it to the back of her mind, turning instead to face Fiona. "How do you like it so far?"
song_tra_bong: (shoulder strap)
She lets him sleep until dawn. Again, no one comes through in the night and it's just as well. Her attention kept shifting between her dream and Julian.

She stretches slowly, watching him. They could go back to the tunnels today, maybe; see if their handiwork was still there or if the bodies had been removed. See where the other passages led.

She reaches a hand out, hesitates for a moment, then places it lightly on his shoulder. "Hey," she murmurs. "Time to go." She just hopes he isn't one of those people (warriors) who wakes up ready to kill whatever is in range.
song_tra_bong: (mary anne)
The rain stops around dawn. No one else tried to come through in the night; Mary Anne was disappointed. She never did actually sleep, which she'll correct later, but for now she's awake and alert.

After a quick breakfast, she shoulders her gear. "Thought we'd do a little exploring--there's a spot to the southwest I've been meaning to check out. Alright with you?"
song_tra_bong: (over the darkness)
Once the door is closed, Mary Anne takes a moment to reorient herself. It's late afternoon, which thankfully leaves them a few hours of daylight. And the rain might even hold off until they can get settled for the night. At least something looks like it's going to be cooperative.

She starts heading south, motioning for Julian to follow. "There's an outpost not too far from here where we can pick up rations. We shouldn't have to worry about trip wires or sentries this far out--I'll let you know when we get closer."


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Mary Anne Bell

February 2010



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