Refinery - outside [Félix has barely set foot on this new planet (his mind is still reeling from the idea alone, but he keeps that to himself, not wanting to give the slightest indication that he isn't capable of handling anything that comes his way) when the ground shudders beneath his feet and his lip curls in distaste. Not only is there sand and heat everywhere, but the earth is already set on shaking itself apart from all that's been done to it, it seems.
He's not entirely convinced that they should be involving themselves in these events in the first place; if the people here want to pull the planet down around themselves, then surely that's their prerogative. But he's been sent here anyway and at the very least he'd prefer the planet not fall apart while he's on it.
So Félix heads to the Argecite Refinery, largely ignoring the workers trying to rescue their machinery. If the idea is to stop them from mining the planet then helping save the machinery seems counterintuitive, so he moves on. The factory itself is far more promising, and while he's not seeing much reason to help rescue those who should have known the risks of trying to save their machines instead of their lives, the people inside this building likely have more legitimate reason not to be able to escape the dangerous areas.
Intentions aside, the fence is a barrier he hadn't expected, the crackle of electricity something the courier hadn't anticipated, and Félix considers it for a moment before turning to another would-be rescuer here.]
I don't imagine you have a plan on how to get inside, do you?
[If need be, he already has an idea of how to get within the fence, but he'd prefer not to show his hand too early.]
Refinery - inside [His rapier is not as effective a weapon as Félix would hope against the metal creatures that patrol the facility, but it's a reassuring weight in his hand and can at least fend off some of their attacks. Not to mention it's, more importantly, all that he has right now and a certain phrase about the choosiness of beggars is certainly in effect now.
His situation isn't helped much either by a long, deep gash on his left forearm that, while bandaged as well as he can manage, is still bleeding a decent amount. He'll need to stop and find a safer place to bind it again soon, although the sound of something moving nearby is more pressing at the moment.
Sinking back in the shadows, Félix waits until whatever it is comes close enough, then he darts out, blade hissing through the air until it stops just short of striking the target, the attack pulled short as he realises it's not the attacker he expected after all.]
Félix De Sauveterre ♕ Open
[Félix has barely set foot on this new planet (his mind is still reeling from the idea alone, but he keeps that to himself, not wanting to give the slightest indication that he isn't capable of handling anything that comes his way) when the ground shudders beneath his feet and his lip curls in distaste. Not only is there sand and heat everywhere, but the earth is already set on shaking itself apart from all that's been done to it, it seems.
He's not entirely convinced that they should be involving themselves in these events in the first place; if the people here want to pull the planet down around themselves, then surely that's their prerogative. But he's been sent here anyway and at the very least he'd prefer the planet not fall apart while he's on it.
So Félix heads to the Argecite Refinery, largely ignoring the workers trying to rescue their machinery. If the idea is to stop them from mining the planet then helping save the machinery seems counterintuitive, so he moves on. The factory itself is far more promising, and while he's not seeing much reason to help rescue those who should have known the risks of trying to save their machines instead of their lives, the people inside this building likely have more legitimate reason not to be able to escape the dangerous areas.
Intentions aside, the fence is a barrier he hadn't expected, the crackle of electricity something the courier hadn't anticipated, and Félix considers it for a moment before turning to another would-be rescuer here.]
I don't imagine you have a plan on how to get inside, do you?
[If need be, he already has an idea of how to get within the fence, but he'd prefer not to show his hand too early.]
Refinery - inside
[His rapier is not as effective a weapon as Félix would hope against the metal creatures that patrol the facility, but it's a reassuring weight in his hand and can at least fend off some of their attacks. Not to mention it's, more importantly, all that he has right now and a certain phrase about the choosiness of beggars is certainly in effect now.
His situation isn't helped much either by a long, deep gash on his left forearm that, while bandaged as well as he can manage, is still bleeding a decent amount. He'll need to stop and find a safer place to bind it again soon, although the sound of something moving nearby is more pressing at the moment.
Sinking back in the shadows, Félix waits until whatever it is comes close enough, then he darts out, blade hissing through the air until it stops just short of striking the target, the attack pulled short as he realises it's not the attacker he expected after all.]
Be more careful, I nearly took your head!