resultofwar | 01 | 003

See you then.

[How about some derping then port time? Gotta get used to each other's presence before playing survivor.

Ariadne heads to the deck, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and signature red jacket. She's on the lookout for her teenage inmate.]

[Heero's already there, but out of sight initially, waiting for his warden to show up. He wasn't sure what to think of her - he didn't know her background or qualifications or reasons for being here - but she had information, namely, his file, and now that he was assigned to someone, he could hopefully at least use her to get access to areas that were otherwise off limits, and potentially have sway with other wardens like the people in charge of the engine room.

So, for the moment, she was an asset, and therefore he was slightly willing to cooperate with her.

He approached fairly casually, in his usual dark shorts, green tank top and work boots. He didn't say anything, just staring at her from under his scruffy bangs, his face pretty expressionless.]

[It doesn't take long for her to find him. Despite never seeing his face during their two conversations--one being in text and the other being in voice--she's able to recognize him based on the photo in his file.

For a moment, she stares at him back. He's a lot smaller than she originally thought. Then again, he's just a kid...well a child soldier if you want to be specific. The blank look on his face is pretty unnerving, but she tries not to be bothered by it. No matter what, Ariadne's going to make sure this port is a fun one.]

Hey, Heero. You ready?

[He just nods mutely, still not entirely sure he wants to go through with this because it sounds like an enormous waste of time, but if his warden wants him to go, he'll go. It's basically that simple.]

[He's a lot less chatty in person, isn't he? He seems like an easy inmate at least. She's grateful for that.

Ariadne feels the warm summer breeze as soon as they disembark. Having lived in the Mid-west and Paris for most of her life, tropical paradises were hard to come by. Eyes full of wonder and curiosity, she looks back at Heero.]

It's something, isn't it?

[Heero's more focused on looking at the "paradise" as a target, or a potential base, sizing up where it would be safer to hide and wondering what sort of hostiles they might encounter and how to defend himself and potentially his warden from them. This was honestly just because she was an asset, not out of any particular feelings of loyalty or affection for her, and if something happened to her, he'd potentially be at a disadvantage.

Personal relationships were not his strong point.

He looked over at the question, maybe a little surprised by it, before going back to staring at the jungle.]

Yeah. Something.

Why would the Admiral send us here? [Meaning: I want instructions and a mission, and we certainly didn't get one for this. Are we seriously on vacation? :|]

[At least one of them is being wary of their situation. While Heero's looking out possible threats and other things needed for survival, Ariadne's focused on the beauty and feeling of the port. It's almost like being in the dream except she can't manipulate with the physics here.

You've got to admit, this port is beautiful.

[She shrugs at his question. In all truth, it's on the back of her mind as well. Still, this port doesn't seem like false advertising so far.] You heard his announcement, right? We're here on vacation. [At least she hopes so...]

[The teenager's brow furrows slightly at that, but he doesn't comment on it.]

We should probably find or construct some kind of shelter at least before sundown. And fresh water.

[He almost sounds bored. Really, he's more annoyed that there isn't a bigger task to accomplish here, but if he's just supposed to keep himself and his warden alive for a few days in a new environment, he can do it, no problem.

... This is his definition of vacation.]

[That's a pretty horrible definition, sorry to say. Aren't vacations supposed to be relaxing? Obviously, he hasn't gone out much.]

We should, but let's do some exploring first. [As practical as finding shelter sounds, it also sounds incredibly dull.]

We'll probably find some shelter along the way. [Before Heero can say anything, Ariadne starts heading towards the jungle.]

[It is indeed a horrible definition. Any impatience Heero felt was pretty quickly masked as he followed his warden into the jungle, continuing to carefully regard and catalog everything as a potential threat, place to hide, something to be ignored, and basically everything else. He's suddenly - although not for the first time since dying and coming here - really missing his gun.]

Have you been to places like this before?

[Unlike him, she's looking at everything with fascination. It feels like she's walking through a painting with the intricate woven tree branches and vines, the lush colors of the tropical fruits, and the bright colored birds flying around them. She grabs a couple flowers and leaves, and carefully puts them in her pocket so she can press them into her sketchbook later.

She shakes her head at his question.]

I haven't. [Unless you count dream-scapes...] You?

No. [They didn't have simulated environments like this in the colonies, and he hadn't been to any places like this on earth before he'd... blown himself up and ended up here.

There was the snap of a twig and Heero immediately tensed, head snapping in the direction of the sound, hand almost instinctively going for his missing gun before he catches himself, still staring for whatever had made the noise.]

[She tenses at the sound too, and looks at Heero.] What was that?

[He motions for her to be quiet, still staring. Whatever it is is getting closer, and he's immediately going through plans to subdue the threat as quickly and efficiently as possible -

Anddd... it's some kind of deer. Nothing Heero recognizes, but it's clearly not a threat, and after coming out of the bushes and staring at the two for a moment, it continues on its way.

Heero slowly relaxes, still staring after the deer. He's quiet for a moment before:]

I need my gun.

[She sighs in relief at the sight. Who knew a Bambi-look-alike could get them so riled up?

She inwardly smiles at the thought until she hears his request.]

I don't think that's possible. Just let it go. [Though they need food, she isn't exactly keen on killing the deer.]

Want to go fishing instead?

[That's... actually almost funny.] I wasn't going to kill it.

[More like, having a weapon on hand was something akin to having a security blanket. The deer might not pose a threat, but any number of other things could.]

I've never been fishing.

Then why do you need your gun?

[In all truth, she's not comfortable with him holding a gun. It's not because he's an inmate, but rather, someone that young shouldn't know how to use such a deadly weapon.]

I haven't either. Want to try anyway?

If I have to be in an unfamiliar setting, I'd rather be armed then not.

[He considers the question.] I guess.

[It's not as reluctant as it could be, although most of it is just a front. He's still a little on edge from the deer, and he doesn't want to get snuck up on again.]

Makes sense. Unfortunately, not even the wardens were allowed to take weapons to port.

We should look for a some sort of fresh water pond for now. [Then she pauses for a moment, realizing something.] You said you never fished before, right? So you have no idea how to do it?

[He decides against saying anything about how that was just stupid planning on the part of the Admiral and focused on the question.]

Not really.

Neither do I. [...This could be a problem.]

Do you have any fishing wire or anything like that?

No.

[But he is looking around at the jungle for a handy stick or something that could maybe be used as a spear. Or vines that could be used to make a net. Or... really anything.

He misses technology already.] How long do you think we'll be here?

However long the port lasts. About two days at most.

[She starts looking around too. After a few minutes, she stumbles upon a fallen branch stuck between the roots of the tree. Despite much effort trying to get it out, the stick won't budge.]

Heero, can you help me get this out?

[He nods and obediently comes over to give it a few good tugs. It finally comes out, and he silently hands it over, wondering vaguely waht she's planning on doing with it.

And it sort of occurs to him that he knows next to nothing about her, while she's got a whole file on him.

Something should probably be done about that as soon as they sorted out this food/shelter/"vacation" thing.]

[If there's one thing her arrival at the Barge has taught Ariadne, it's not to share personal information about her life with well...anyone really. She doesn't want to repeat her counterpart's mistakes.

Both impressed and slightly envious that someone her height and built had more arm strength than her, she thanks Heero and grabs the stick.]

You should find a stick too. After, we'll sharpen the ends with some rocks.

[After all, that's what they do in the movies...Times like these she wishes that she stuck with Girl Scouts as a kid.]

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