Verso's hovered near the southern coastline the past few days, looking out towards the waves. If he times it right, he can see the small dots of Expedition ships heralding their eventual arrival on the horizon line, and he knows that there will be another group soon upon this land, fighting to survive and to carve out a path to the Monolith.
It's too early, he knows. The luminous number on that giant stone still reads 34 rather than 33. But it'll be soon, just few days now. He feels antsy because of it.
Yet, sometime during one of these pseudo-patrols, he spies a figure beneath a tree and confusion spikes in him. How? Why? And more importantly: who? He's not dressed like an Expeditioner, that much is for sure.]
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[He lingers in the distance like a wary cat before finally coming closer, bootsteps betraying his arrival. When he's close enough, he simply calls out:]
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Verso's hovered near the southern coastline the past few days, looking out towards the waves. If he times it right, he can see the small dots of Expedition ships heralding their eventual arrival on the horizon line, and he knows that there will be another group soon upon this land, fighting to survive and to carve out a path to the Monolith.
It's too early, he knows. The luminous number on that giant stone still reads 34 rather than 33. But it'll be soon, just few days now. He feels antsy because of it.
Yet, sometime during one of these pseudo-patrols, he spies a figure beneath a tree and confusion spikes in him. How? Why? And more importantly: who? He's not dressed like an Expeditioner, that much is for sure.]
...
[He lingers in the distance like a wary cat before finally coming closer, bootsteps betraying his arrival. When he's close enough, he simply calls out:]
Er, hello?