[ hulkenberg stops alongside her, setting her hands on her hips. ]
'Tis possible, although I'm uncertain what could be there if we have all of the possessions they might allow us. [ hm ] Perhaps we might be able to open it up, as the, ah... baggage claim? Was opened.
I've yet to do so, either, but I imagine shall not be long before I brave rubbish to be certain. [ like. is there stuff hidden in the trash? who knows. ]
I do have my halberd with me, if perhaps we could use it to leverage an entrance open or break a lock.
[ what an execution, huh? roxana is seated somewhere, wherever's convenient, expression unreadable, but she'll lift a hand in acknowledgement when she notices hulkenberg. ]
[ hulkenberg is already tired of executions, and that was only her second one ever. but she dips her head in a polite, small bow in return for the raised hand. ]
You seem a resilient woman, Lady Roxana, but... I must still ask how you fair, as a harrowing few days comes to a close.
No, 'tis only the second for those of us from Key Neuve - at least, in the case of these games. Executions are a public spectacle in Euchronia, and I've unfortunately been witness to more than one at this point.
Sadly so. I don't necessarily disagree with such a punishment, as a knight that has blood on her hands from those I have doled justice to for truly heinous crimes. But... 'tis the spectacle of it. [ she shakes her head, though. ]
Here, 'tis that and more. The spectacle, the cruelty, the uninvolved being forced to partake. The fact that, at least in Boothill's case, he was not in his right mind for either crime or punishment.
[ if she's being looked for, it does take a little while to find hulkenberg. or if you're just wandering around, wanting to investigate, maybe you just come across her. she's actually seated at a back exhibit of the museum. her halberd is across her lap, but she's not really doing much with it at the moment except... holding it. her knuckles are white, jaw tight, back straight and rigid, shoulders squared.
there's a tattoo, glowing down her spine, that just reads being there and still failing again.
she glances up when she realises that someone has joined her, but only gives roxana a small nod before looking forward again with a deep, steadying breath. ]
... nothing when we awoke in the simulation room, save for something shutting down. Nothing here. 'Tis no surprise, but regardless...
[ roxana comes to sit next to her. her eyes do not linger long on either the tattoo or the halberd, but they are both noted. so are the knuckles and the posture. ]
You still can't help but hope sometimes, to be able to do more.
[ a small huff. not a laugh, but her exhale abrupt. ]
'Tis infuriating, truthfully. Much of these games seem to be about waiting on tetherhook, until the orchestrators deign to drop them down, sending us off to solve the very thing they orchestrated in the first place.
Rats in a maze, and all that. [ tests, entertainment, evidence to something that the rats don't comprehend or appreciate. ] We already knew how little they cared for their participants. At least, I hope no one had any illusions about them, before now.
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week 0, tuesday
Do you think there's anything to find in there?
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'Tis possible, although I'm uncertain what could be there if we have all of the possessions they might allow us. [ hm ] Perhaps we might be able to open it up, as the, ah... baggage claim? Was opened.
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I do have my halberd with me, if perhaps we could use it to leverage an entrance open or break a lock.
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As for the rubbish... surely, someone else would have tried by now.
week 0, sunday
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You seem a resilient woman, Lady Roxana, but... I must still ask how you fair, as a harrowing few days comes to a close.
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[ there's a bit more of an unknown factor in that any of them can be pulled into it. ]
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Here, 'tis that and more. The spectacle, the cruelty, the uninvolved being forced to partake. The fact that, at least in Boothill's case, he was not in his right mind for either crime or punishment.
wk 1; friday
there's a tattoo, glowing down her spine, that just reads being there and still failing again.
she glances up when she realises that someone has joined her, but only gives roxana a small nod before looking forward again with a deep, steadying breath. ]
... nothing when we awoke in the simulation room, save for something shutting down. Nothing here. 'Tis no surprise, but regardless...
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You still can't help but hope sometimes, to be able to do more.
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'Tis infuriating, truthfully. Much of these games seem to be about waiting on tetherhook, until the orchestrators deign to drop them down, sending us off to solve the very thing they orchestrated in the first place.
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[ since they're the ones who have to go through it. ]
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[ because why ]