WHO: Dorian ( curled ), Cullen ( stubble ) + Shiro ( bayarm ) WHERE: Oros WHEN: Throughout the mission dates... WHAT:A good many dramatic situations began with screaming mission WARNINGS: Nothing crazy ; will update if that changes
( tba with more cohesive things once stuff gets rolling )
( it's the second day of their mission, and shiro hasn't yet achieved what he really came down here to achieve — to find information, to establish contact with the locals, to learn more about the location of this planet and the things that the crew of the eluvio isn't telling them, not necessarily in that order. it's a lot, but if he just achieves some of it, he'll be glad. so far, it's just been wandering the wasteland and not finding very much at all, least of all information.
he's picked up samples to have something to show for his presence down here, but that's not really what he's after, and so by the time that he returns to camp and starts a fire, just small enough to warm up some food. even when the sun goes down after a day that seems decidedly too long to shiro, it doesn't really cool down, so he's wiping sweat from his forehead when he sees one of the other team members approaching.
he doesn't really know them well at all — yet he adds, silent but determined. with his right (the galra hand, technology rather than flesh), he waves to another spot cleared of as much dust and dirt as possible. ) Successful day?
[ This isn't the first time Cullen's been tasked to work with a stranger. Maker knows, Mahanon Lavellan was once an unknown and he eventually became a surprisingly close friend. It doesn't bother him to work with Shiro, and though he doesn't have Dorian's easy outgoing, friendly demeanor, he is interested in getting to know him.
Which is one of the reasons why he comes over and takes a seat near him. ]
If you can call picking up dirt successful. [ There's dry sarcasm in Cullen's tone that speaks to how ridiculous he thinks this mission is. But he's been rather agreeable throughout the experience, whatever he thinks of it. ] I've not before been tasked with this type of duty.
[ For all he knows, he's screwing it up. Cullen lifts his eyebrows, nodding toward Shiro. ]
( shiro has worked with strangers before as well. if you work with them long enough or often enough, they cease being strangers and become team members or even friends, in his experience. he isn't looking for a new team, but he does want to get to know both cullen and dorian. it would be good to have more allies aboard, people he can trust.
the dry sarcasm in cullen's tone gets a smile from shiro, and at the question, he indicates a number of sample bags behind him. ) Productive, as you can see.
( he isn't actually satisfied at all with how his day went, and a moment later, he adds, more honestly: ) I'd been hoping to learn more about this planet, where we are, that kind of thing. Something that can help us figure out how to get back to our homes. But so far? Nothing.
[ Absently, Cullen glances at the samples as he nods in agreement. He hasn't found anything of note along the lines of what Shiro's looking for either. Then again, this isn't something he's accustomed to doing. ]
I have seen nothing of note either, though I confess that I am unaccustomed to tasks of this nature. In my world, travel to another is done only by those with the ability to utilize specific devices. Both they and those capable of using them are rare.
[ He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]
I am uncertain what clues I ought to be looking for.
( shiro nods, too, less in agreement and more to indicate that he's listening, thinking along. ) Back on Earth, it didn't happen often that people travelled to other planets. But I was trained for it, and I've been doing it a lot more since.
( no longer with the galaxy garrison, but now as part of voltron. altean technology is far more advanced than human technology; the same can be said for galra technology. for a moment, shiro looks down at his prosthetic arm. there's a quiet whirring sound when he clenches his fist, unclenches it again. )
Star patterns that look familiar, maybe. There's a few people from space-faring worlds here. Maybe some patterns match one of their maps. Maybe the people here have an idea how the anomalies work.
( he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. ) I'm reaching. I don't know exactly, either.
[ He hears the sound Shiro's arm makes, though he doesn't understand quite why it would do so. Part of him wishes to ask, but that's impolite. Nosy. He doesn't wish to pry. ]
Do you mean like constellations? That is the term we use in Thedas. They are like... [ He gestures toward the sky. ] Like images, though in truth, one must use one's imagination to see them properly.
[ shiro is glad cullen doesn't ask. most of the time, he's fine using the arm and not thinking about the fact that it's galra technology, that he doesn't know how he lost his real arm, that they gave him this prosthetic. that they turned him into a galra weapon, if haggar's words are anything to go by. when he thinks of it, it's always with a sense of dread, with bile rising up his throat. ]
I do mean constellations. The ones around here aren't familiar to me, either, but I'm not an expert on them. And maybe someone can do something with them.
[ he hesitates for a moment, then asks. ] Thedas. That's the name of your world?
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Which is one of the reasons why he comes over and takes a seat near him. ]
If you can call picking up dirt successful. [ There's dry sarcasm in Cullen's tone that speaks to how ridiculous he thinks this mission is. But he's been rather agreeable throughout the experience, whatever he thinks of it. ] I've not before been tasked with this type of duty.
[ For all he knows, he's screwing it up. Cullen lifts his eyebrows, nodding toward Shiro. ]
How was your day?
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the dry sarcasm in cullen's tone gets a smile from shiro, and at the question, he indicates a number of sample bags behind him. ) Productive, as you can see.
( he isn't actually satisfied at all with how his day went, and a moment later, he adds, more honestly: ) I'd been hoping to learn more about this planet, where we are, that kind of thing. Something that can help us figure out how to get back to our homes. But so far? Nothing.
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I have seen nothing of note either, though I confess that I am unaccustomed to tasks of this nature. In my world, travel to another is done only by those with the ability to utilize specific devices. Both they and those capable of using them are rare.
[ He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]
I am uncertain what clues I ought to be looking for.
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( no longer with the galaxy garrison, but now as part of voltron. altean technology is far more advanced than human technology; the same can be said for galra technology. for a moment, shiro looks down at his prosthetic arm. there's a quiet whirring sound when he clenches his fist, unclenches it again. )
Star patterns that look familiar, maybe. There's a few people from space-faring worlds here. Maybe some patterns match one of their maps. Maybe the people here have an idea how the anomalies work.
( he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. ) I'm reaching. I don't know exactly, either.
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[ He hears the sound Shiro's arm makes, though he doesn't understand quite why it would do so. Part of him wishes to ask, but that's impolite. Nosy. He doesn't wish to pry. ]
Do you mean like constellations? That is the term we use in Thedas. They are like... [ He gestures toward the sky. ] Like images, though in truth, one must use one's imagination to see them properly.
[ A quick glance upward and Cullen frowns. ]
But I've not seen any of those in this sky.
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I do mean constellations. The ones around here aren't familiar to me, either, but I'm not an expert on them. And maybe someone can do something with them.
[ he hesitates for a moment, then asks. ] Thedas. That's the name of your world?