[ He would've sworn this planet was perfectly safe to touch down on and roam around. Coran being Coran, he actually probably did swear it a few times. Perfectly peaceful, uninhabited, bit on the dry side but not enough to kill someone... immediately.
Give it a few days and that might change. Oh, but that's the story for any place, isn't it? There's still fresh water, edible plants, and a few interesting rocks!
What he seems to keep forgetting, even while everything around them continually confirms that it's been ten thousand years since he last heard anything of anything, is that things tend to change quite a bit as literal millennia pass. Things... do not go as planned for this expedition.
The water's plentiful, the flora and fauna are different but still interesting. And then there's the rustling in the tall grasses. Stealthy little chitters and honks. The enormous skeleton lying near their pod, still wet but picked clean. ]
Oh, look at that! Amazing! The cycle of nature at work. I hadn't even noticed that when we landed!
[ Mostly because it wasn't there. Coran feels like now is the ideal time to play dumb, though. If they're hapless travelers, maybe they can just... load up and drift on out again. It's worth a chance. ]
Update? Ha! I know this system better than I know my own moustache! [ To even imply that he doesn't... which he doesn't, really. Not anymore.
He tugs on one end of the moustache in question. No, this planet doesn't set him at ease at all anymore. ]
Besides. Even if we did try to update our information, our technology is still ten thousand years behind. It'd be like taking a winplump to a skeurinpleg! Completely unheard of! There wasn't exactly anyone around working on connectivity issues while we were frozen.
[ Ohh, yes, there it was. That chittering. That rustling.
Coran is the very definition of anything that could be captioned 'sweats nervously'. Was it foolish to hope for a journey without incident? He supposes that's possible. Would an incident on this journey stop him from hoping again next time? Not likely. ]
If it sounded like something that means we ought to be loading up and departing very quickly, then yes! Odds are one to seventy-thousand that this environment could potentially foster focused acidic cyclones!
Suppose not. Seventy-thousand to one is a fair gamble by any standard, though, isn't it? Not sure how Earth statistics could be that far off from Altean statistics. We should be perfectly fine!
[ Which is to say that two seconds after he stops speaking, the tall grass nearby starts rustling as ominously as possible. ]
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Give it a few days and that might change. Oh, but that's the story for any place, isn't it? There's still fresh water, edible plants, and a few interesting rocks!
What he seems to keep forgetting, even while everything around them continually confirms that it's been ten thousand years since he last heard anything of anything, is that things tend to change quite a bit as literal millennia pass. Things... do not go as planned for this expedition.
The water's plentiful, the flora and fauna are different but still interesting. And then there's the rustling in the tall grasses. Stealthy little chitters and honks. The enormous skeleton lying near their pod, still wet but picked clean. ]
Oh, look at that! Amazing! The cycle of nature at work. I hadn't even noticed that when we landed!
[ Mostly because it wasn't there. Coran feels like now is the ideal time to play dumb, though. If they're hapless travelers, maybe they can just... load up and drift on out again. It's worth a chance. ]
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[Pidge sure notices that it wasn't there when they landed. Pidge is pretty sure that is definitely not a good sign.]
Have... you updated your information at all since waking up from your ten thousand year nap?
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Update? Ha! I know this system better than I know my own moustache! [ To even imply that he doesn't... which he doesn't, really. Not anymore.
He tugs on one end of the moustache in question. No, this planet doesn't set him at ease at all anymore. ]
Besides. Even if we did try to update our information, our technology is still ten thousand years behind. It'd be like taking a winplump to a skeurinpleg! Completely unheard of! There wasn't exactly anyone around working on connectivity issues while we were frozen.
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[A beat.]
Like the back of your moustache after not combing it for ten thousand years.
[Orā¦ somethingā¦.]
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You know, you'd make an excellent translator if being the Green Paladin ever falls through! Just something to consider!
[ If they don't get eaten alive. But that's all semantics. ]
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[She stops, frowning, her bayard materializing in her hand.]
Did you hear something?
fun fact it literally took me until now to read the hover text in the prompts
Coran is the very definition of anything that could be captioned 'sweats nervously'. Was it foolish to hope for a journey without incident? He supposes that's possible. Would an incident on this journey stop him from hoping again next time? Not likely. ]
If it sounded like something that means we ought to be loading up and departing very quickly, then yes! Odds are one to seventy-thousand that this environment could potentially foster focused acidic cyclones!
HAHAHA I always hide some in there
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[ Which is to say that two seconds after he stops speaking, the tall grass nearby starts rustling as ominously as possible. ]