[This is something he hadn’t expected—which is enough to make him laugh at himself for a brief second. Since when was any of this expected? One moment, last he can remember, he’s heading to the cafeteria...and the very next he’s being awoken by sirens and being launched towards a planet. All the calmness he’d managed to retain on the station leaves him for a moment as he prays for himself, for the others, to both Aidios and for the wind to give him a safe landing—
—but a safe landing has loose definitions, and by the time he’s rising out of his pod (having to kick it open), he feels like he’s already out of breath. The sight that awaits him is chaos, but he has other needs to take care of first. He’s cut himself on the jagged metal of the pod he’d forced open, and he’ll need to find a moment to clean the wound or—one of the waves was on a medical team, weren’t they? If only he’d had his ARCUS, he thinks to himself as he hops down, wincing at the pain in his arm.
But there are others around, too, and as soon as he spots someone from his own wave, he approaches.]
Are you alright? I can’t say I’ve ever been through anything like that before.
[Gaius is a little winded, but this is the calm before the storm, he supposes.]
ii. assistance
[Maybe your character is struggling with piecing together their tent. Maybe they’re hurt or just exhausted, or maybe they look like they need someone to talk to. At times like these, Gaius is thankful for the training Instructor Sara put Class VII through. He’s comfortable around people and helping people. With his spear at his side, he moves closer to anyone who might be struggling, putting a weary smile on his face.]
How are things here? You wouldn’t need a hand with anything, would you?
iii. the wind
[As soon as there’s any sign of the dust starting to settle, if one strays far enough away from a tent cluster or two they’ll find Gaius has set up his own tent and has started his own fire. It really helps, being from the mountains. All of these skills are skills he’d never had to use in the city, but...he has so much experience with them. Building a tent or starting a fire feels as natural as extending a hand.
But curiously, anyone approaching will notice that he’s taken a knee not to stoke the flames but to lift his hands in prayer. No matter how quiet they are, at some point Gaius will speak.]
Can I help you with something? If you’re looking for a place to sleep, you can use my tent, if you’d like.
[But it looks like his prayers aren’t finished, because he remains in the same position, eyes open and watching his guest.]
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Date: 2017-07-15 10:54 pm (UTC)[This is something he hadn’t expected—which is enough to make him laugh at himself for a brief second. Since when was any of this expected? One moment, last he can remember, he’s heading to the cafeteria...and the very next he’s being awoken by sirens and being launched towards a planet. All the calmness he’d managed to retain on the station leaves him for a moment as he prays for himself, for the others, to both Aidios and for the wind to give him a safe landing—
—but a safe landing has loose definitions, and by the time he’s rising out of his pod (having to kick it open), he feels like he’s already out of breath. The sight that awaits him is chaos, but he has other needs to take care of first. He’s cut himself on the jagged metal of the pod he’d forced open, and he’ll need to find a moment to clean the wound or—one of the waves was on a medical team, weren’t they? If only he’d had his ARCUS, he thinks to himself as he hops down, wincing at the pain in his arm.
But there are others around, too, and as soon as he spots someone from his own wave, he approaches.]
Are you alright? I can’t say I’ve ever been through anything like that before.
[Gaius is a little winded, but this is the calm before the storm, he supposes.]
ii. assistance
[Maybe your character is struggling with piecing together their tent. Maybe they’re hurt or just exhausted, or maybe they look like they need someone to talk to. At times like these, Gaius is thankful for the training Instructor Sara put Class VII through. He’s comfortable around people and helping people. With his spear at his side, he moves closer to anyone who might be struggling, putting a weary smile on his face.]
How are things here? You wouldn’t need a hand with anything, would you?
iii. the wind
[As soon as there’s any sign of the dust starting to settle, if one strays far enough away from a tent cluster or two they’ll find Gaius has set up his own tent and has started his own fire. It really helps, being from the mountains. All of these skills are skills he’d never had to use in the city, but...he has so much experience with them. Building a tent or starting a fire feels as natural as extending a hand.
But curiously, anyone approaching will notice that he’s taken a knee not to stoke the flames but to lift his hands in prayer. No matter how quiet they are, at some point Gaius will speak.]
Can I help you with something? If you’re looking for a place to sleep, you can use my tent, if you’d like.
[But it looks like his prayers aren’t finished, because he remains in the same position, eyes open and watching his guest.]