[ Well, honestly, maybe that should be the Guardians of the Galaxy Model: Oops, sorry we [ broke something ] it wasn't intentional! Some days — it feels like it. At least this time, it's not really either of the two's present fault. Probably. ]
[ Technically, they hadn't even been together when this whole mess started. The mess being the twisters assaulting the main settlement again and again. It really feels like it's only luck that has kept them from becoming bigger than they have been and reeking more destruction. Nebula had been doing what Nebulas do in Solvunn - which is to say a bit of clearing out of the trails. Scare off predators when possible - because they really do live that "all lives have meaning" motto now - and deal with them if not... When the screeching started. ]
[ Crying. It was a lot of noise and for the first time she counts her blessings that her hearing isn't as good as it could be right now — ]
[ Because it's not one child she inevitably finds but a small gaggle of them (how? how did they all get thrown around?). She doesn't have a chance to question it even if she has a few choice words already on her tongue. They cry and for a moment, 0 just a moment, she'd never admit to more - Nebula freezes in something akin to alarm. It's not from the sudden crashing of branches, either, but from the sheer fact she doesn't know how to handle this particular situation. ]
[ The branches breaking and the sounds of low growls snap her to attention and this, this is decidedly easier as she swings spear off her back and snaps a low snarl: ]
Go.
[ ... It's probably at the kids. Probably. The snapping of branches comes from two directions — one smaller. Another kid, she thinks, worries. The other is too large and comes with the heated breath of an angry animal; There have been a lot of those the last few days with homes getting uprooted no doubt... More snapping. The kids don't move and there's still that smaller rustling: ]
Are you even listening? [ Frustratedly, ] Behind us. Go that way, now.
[ Before they get rushed from two directions; Unfortunately, the kids don't move. The smaller movement gets closer and the other - she lowers her spear in an offensive position. Why did it always have to go to shit? ]
🚀 ROCKET
[ Well, honestly, maybe that should be the Guardians of the Galaxy Model: Oops, sorry we [ broke something ] it wasn't intentional! Some days — it feels like it. At least this time, it's not really either of the two's present fault. Probably. ]
[ Technically, they hadn't even been together when this whole mess started. The mess being the twisters assaulting the main settlement again and again. It really feels like it's only luck that has kept them from becoming bigger than they have been and reeking more destruction. Nebula had been doing what Nebulas do in Solvunn - which is to say a bit of clearing out of the trails. Scare off predators when possible - because they really do live that "all lives have meaning" motto now - and deal with them if not... When the screeching started. ]
[ Crying. It was a lot of noise and for the first time she counts her blessings that her hearing isn't as good as it could be right now — ]
[ Because it's not one child she inevitably finds but a small gaggle of them (how? how did they all get thrown around?). She doesn't have a chance to question it even if she has a few choice words already on her tongue. They cry and for a moment, 0 just a moment, she'd never admit to more - Nebula freezes in something akin to alarm. It's not from the sudden crashing of branches, either, but from the sheer fact she doesn't know how to handle this particular situation. ]
[ The branches breaking and the sounds of low growls snap her to attention and this, this is decidedly easier as she swings spear off her back and snaps a low snarl: ]
Go.
[ ... It's probably at the kids. Probably. The snapping of branches comes from two directions — one smaller. Another kid, she thinks, worries. The other is too large and comes with the heated breath of an angry animal; There have been a lot of those the last few days with homes getting uprooted no doubt... More snapping. The kids don't move and there's still that smaller rustling: ]
Are you even listening? [ Frustratedly, ] Behind us. Go that way, now.
[ Before they get rushed from two directions; Unfortunately, the kids don't move. The smaller movement gets closer and the other - she lowers her spear in an offensive position. Why did it always have to go to shit? ]