The stab through her chest with her own sword, while faded thanks to the Void, still left an ache between her shoulder blades. How she was still alive was a surprise, every had looked and felt different when Ballas stabbed her. A Sentient-killing sword, her ass.
And now her warframe was nowhere to be seen. Just her, alone, with her amp and in a place she didn't recognize as anything from the origin system or the Void.
As she wandered out of the ruins she'd found herself in, avoiding what she could and killing the rest with her amp until she found a dagger, she couldn't help but think of how she missed hearing Ordis already and his wildly fluctuating mood. Or his bad impression of the Lotus.
Ugh. Lotus.
Her thoughts derailed when she slipped outside, shielding her eyes from the odd golden light from the tree that seemed to dominate the landscape. It reminded her, in no small amount, of the Orokin, and their love of the ornate. The Golden Lords and a Golden Light.
No point in sitting in one place and thinking of that though. It wouldn't get her home. So she continued her slow trek out into the field, eyes glancing around for anyone or anything helpful.
No doubt, the onlookers, it was clear that she wasn't accustomed to anything like this. Her gait was slow and careful, as if she'd forgotten how to walk, but was still strong and confident enough not to fall onto her face. Or knife.
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Date: 2023-01-01 08:05 am (UTC)And now her warframe was nowhere to be seen. Just her, alone, with her amp and in a place she didn't recognize as anything from the origin system or the Void.
As she wandered out of the ruins she'd found herself in, avoiding what she could and killing the rest with her amp until she found a dagger, she couldn't help but think of how she missed hearing Ordis already and his wildly fluctuating mood. Or his bad impression of the Lotus.
Ugh. Lotus.
Her thoughts derailed when she slipped outside, shielding her eyes from the odd golden light from the tree that seemed to dominate the landscape. It reminded her, in no small amount, of the Orokin, and their love of the ornate. The Golden Lords and a Golden Light.
No point in sitting in one place and thinking of that though. It wouldn't get her home. So she continued her slow trek out into the field, eyes glancing around for anyone or anything helpful.
No doubt, the onlookers, it was clear that she wasn't accustomed to anything like this. Her gait was slow and careful, as if she'd forgotten how to walk, but was still strong and confident enough not to fall onto her face. Or knife.