audio | un: carolina | team locked to alpha + beta

[leaderboards]

Alright, everybody, listen up! Beta's on their way out and we need to move.

Alpha, I need you all to wreck what you can. Make it loud, make it messy, try not to kill any teammates in the process. [ which is to say, if you're going to blow up anything (and she really hope you will) make sure none of your friends are nearby. ] Beta, I don't care which one of you has the relic, but if you clump together and the Trilk get it back, mission failure's all on you. Everyone's running decoy and distraction here. We need it. We'll rendezvous in the shaded valley due south and if you're not there in half an hour, we're leaving you.

[ unless it's the poor sap with the relic, or someone manages to coax a few more minutes of sympathy into her. her voice doesn't give much room for it right now, but she just wants to get everyone moving to safety asap. ]

Got it? Thirty minutes starting now. Sync.

( ooc: take place immediately after this is successful. tagging free for all, threadjack away unless someone marks a private thread. )

Comments

[realimperfect]

I can be clever from time to time. [ Though comparing anyone to her grandfather ought to be an insult instead of something funny, considering all that had happened, but she wasn't in the mood to spill her guts right then and there. There's a deep seated assurance in her mind, as it stood, that she could probably expect a good bit of questioning about things she'd said but hadn't elaborated on at some point.

Sombra just seemed the type.]

That is a 'I am not discussing this right now.' [ Correction. ] I was thinking I needed that anyway. McCoy brought up whiskey and I've come to realize that all that talk about aged wine apparently makes me seem in my thirties instead of my teens.

So perhaps it's time to try immigrant level liquor after all. [ No one would be watching her here, after all, to give her shit about trying whiskey or anything else. ]

Yes, he is at some waypoint back to the ship. [ Movement catches her eyes and she stops in conversation for a moment, darting to follow whatever it was a ways off. Thankfully the animal in question decides to continue on, and so she turns her attention back to Sombra. ] I'm still functional enough to be self-sufficient, if you have other objectives to get to while we're still on planet.

[ And there's one of those little smirks that says she'd even keep her mouth shut about it if asked. ]

[doxing]

You just call my liquor immigrant-level, hermana? Better watch your mouth with that kinda white-bread talk. (she's amused though, not in the least bit offended — re-l comes from a very different world.) You're right about the aged wine, though. Maybe Carolina's not the grumpy old man on this mission...

(a glance over, though, meeting the gaze.

would she keep her mouth shut? it's a possibility, but sombra doesn't have anything more to do with this planet. she'll keep the sentiment in mind, however, for the future. maybe the girl will be useful, with the right grooming.)

Don't worry about that, just get your arm patched up before people ask ya where to buy the red uniform.

(if it's a waypoint back to the ship and they're a good distance from the base they just pillaged, sombra detaches herself from re-l's side and hefts the energy shield with a upward swing of her gun.)

You go, meet up with Cass. If anything comes your way, I'll take care of it, a'right? (a wink over her shoulder,) Don't drop the item we busted our asses for.

[realimperfect]

Well, that's what it was called in the dome. [ She doesn't look in the least bit sorry, at least. Hard liquor wasn't exactly something a society that praised self-control praised, after all. It didn't stop her from wanting to try at her earliest convenience, though.

Though, there's a small cluck of her tongue - a tsk noise after the comment about the red uniform. ]

I was hoping to start a trend, though.

[ She disengages from Sombra's side with a nod, calm even though she was an arm down on an alien planet bent on killing them all. She's confident enough with her aim to feel confident with Sombra behind her - provided she actually means it when she says that she'll watch her back. ]

I think someone would have to steal it from me for that, and that won't happen without a hell of a fight.

Stay within Carolina's time frame, mn? [ Her parting shot before she's turning back toward walking the opposite direction, pace still militant even as she's starting to feel less and less energized. There was no sense in slowing down now, after all. ]