[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Truth or Dare [Red Alert and Rain]
Feb 18, 2020 22:15:32 GMT -5
Post by Rain on Feb 18, 2020 22:15:32 GMT -5
Week 1, Day 2, 10:30 AM
A doorway through under-space, circular simmering energies, electrical and plasmatic at the same time, somewhere between blue, green and a color that went straight to the brain bypassing the optics entirely. The sight of the groundbridge was common and the only concern was who or what was passing through. One person in particular was waiting with untold countless questions that wanted far more detail than a mere “who”.
The short and simple of it, today the “who” was named Rain. She stepped through the ground-bridge from Kamal’s ship to the open chamber of the bridge room of Omega base. Her basic details had already been passed on. Height, same as Ratchet. No biggie. Build, lanky of limb but still solid in places, both angular and curvy. Colors, custom blue and white with a funky green geometric pattern overlay that vaguely resembled vines and leaves, exotic but hardly amazing. The folding compound bow on the left arm with the carriage of arrows on the left would likely draw some interest. All this and a dozen other details however paled in comparison to just one particular detail, at least in Rain’s experience. People always stared, or hid the fact they stared. First impressions lingered.
The single bright blue optic, that despite dominating her central face that otherwise lacked expressive ability, still managed to convey warmth and sincerity. It was a defining mark of those who committed particular crimes. Rain had long ago stopped feeling ashamed for what she had done to earn the mark, and while these days she owned the disfigurement, she admitted the punishment had actually worked. She had become a better person. The metaphysical road was long and still there was a long way to travel, and there were no signposts.
Rain loosely waved her right hand in greeting, a touch of anxiety and nerves and excitement in her body language. Her voice, ever so slightly husky and coarse, but also sweet and polite issued from no mouth at all “Hi!”
A doorway through under-space, circular simmering energies, electrical and plasmatic at the same time, somewhere between blue, green and a color that went straight to the brain bypassing the optics entirely. The sight of the groundbridge was common and the only concern was who or what was passing through. One person in particular was waiting with untold countless questions that wanted far more detail than a mere “who”.
The short and simple of it, today the “who” was named Rain. She stepped through the ground-bridge from Kamal’s ship to the open chamber of the bridge room of Omega base. Her basic details had already been passed on. Height, same as Ratchet. No biggie. Build, lanky of limb but still solid in places, both angular and curvy. Colors, custom blue and white with a funky green geometric pattern overlay that vaguely resembled vines and leaves, exotic but hardly amazing. The folding compound bow on the left arm with the carriage of arrows on the left would likely draw some interest. All this and a dozen other details however paled in comparison to just one particular detail, at least in Rain’s experience. People always stared, or hid the fact they stared. First impressions lingered.
The single bright blue optic, that despite dominating her central face that otherwise lacked expressive ability, still managed to convey warmth and sincerity. It was a defining mark of those who committed particular crimes. Rain had long ago stopped feeling ashamed for what she had done to earn the mark, and while these days she owned the disfigurement, she admitted the punishment had actually worked. She had become a better person. The metaphysical road was long and still there was a long way to travel, and there were no signposts.
Rain loosely waved her right hand in greeting, a touch of anxiety and nerves and excitement in her body language. Her voice, ever so slightly husky and coarse, but also sweet and polite issued from no mouth at all “Hi!”