At least she can climb stairs. Hyperion CL4P-TP robots are known for their inability to run their little wheels up and down the things, a fact that keeps running stupidly through Athena's mind as she descends the rough hewn steps. She's moving slowly, making sure not to slip on the moss, while also keeping her shield strapped to her arm and her sword tightly gripped in her other hand, making sure to not run into anything else that's going to give her an ice burn.
She's been walking for awhile without running into anyone, so she's not really sure if this is something that she's experiencing by herself or if this is yet another group adventure. She sort of hopes it's the former, just so she won't have to make small talk. So many of these people like small talk.
b. RUINS.
Athena is alarmed and on edge by this entire experience; she's seen a lot of weird things, been through a lot of weird things, but that doesn't mean she's used to them. She still has a pretty healthy appreciation for the strange and unusual.
She has her scarf up around her head as a hood, her assault rifle in her arms as she slips through the woods, trying to make a perimeter of the ruins even though she knows it's useless with how this place likes to move around. But it's habit, and habits comfort her, especially if she can convince herself they're constructive.
By this point, she's trained herself to see people as friendlies in this place, since it seems as though everyone people-shaped is in the same predicament. Trapped here by some unknown thing. Still, it's difficult to tell on first glance if people-shaped things are people or shadows, so she might swing her rifle in your direction if you startle her.
c. WILDCARD.
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athena / open
She's been walking for awhile without running into anyone, so she's not really sure if this is something that she's experiencing by herself or if this is yet another group adventure. She sort of hopes it's the former, just so she won't have to make small talk. So many of these people like small talk.
b. RUINS.
She has her scarf up around her head as a hood, her assault rifle in her arms as she slips through the woods, trying to make a perimeter of the ruins even though she knows it's useless with how this place likes to move around. But it's habit, and habits comfort her, especially if she can convince herself they're constructive.
By this point, she's trained herself to see people as friendlies in this place, since it seems as though everyone people-shaped is in the same predicament. Trapped here by some unknown thing. Still, it's difficult to tell on first glance if people-shaped things are people or shadows, so she might swing her rifle in your direction if you startle her.
c. WILDCARD.