NATE
Nate was wholly unsurprised to find that his initial reaction to Halo had been the correct one. It was cold, desolate, and filled with bears and other things that probably only actually existed in his imagination. Probably. He tried to keep the memories of horror movies out of his head while they explored, he didn’t need that on top of the actual dangers they could face. It had been suggested, at some point, by someone (if he thought too hard about who he knew he’d bear some resentment, and since his options were Sam or the Voice, he tried to not think about it) that he and Sam wander the wasteland, while others explored the citadel and whatever lurked there. Then, Sam, and this one he could blame on Sam, suggested they split up. To cover more ground. To get out of here sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t quite clear when the ice beneath him stopped being supported by ground and started being supported by water, but Nate realized it eventually, and paused, to take stock of his location and look around. How much further did he have to go to consider this place explored? How far had he gone already? On a whim, he turned around and started heading back, catching sight of... something, behind him. Some structure, more interesting than the flat of everything else, so he headed towards it.
Well. Not a structure, per se, more a frozen altar of bubbles, offerings left scattered around it. Nate looked at it, humming, and reached out to touch one of the bubbles curiously. It was more delicate than he’d thought, shattering under his finger. He’d hoped that his lack of warmth would have kept it at least a little safer. Sitting in front of it, Nate thought a moment, then reached into his bag, pulling out a silver coin, one he’d kept with him since arriving here, and a small knife, using the latter to dig into his thumb enough to draw fluid. He let it drip over the alter, then called to the Voice, hoping she would answer, and shed some light on what exactly he was doing. ”Mother. I’ve... been exploring for you. I’m a little lost right now though, and... I guess I’d like some guidance.”
It wasn’t quite clear when the ice beneath him stopped being supported by ground and started being supported by water, but Nate realized it eventually, and paused, to take stock of his location and look around. How much further did he have to go to consider this place explored? How far had he gone already? On a whim, he turned around and started heading back, catching sight of... something, behind him. Some structure, more interesting than the flat of everything else, so he headed towards it.
Well. Not a structure, per se, more a frozen altar of bubbles, offerings left scattered around it. Nate looked at it, humming, and reached out to touch one of the bubbles curiously. It was more delicate than he’d thought, shattering under his finger. He’d hoped that his lack of warmth would have kept it at least a little safer. Sitting in front of it, Nate thought a moment, then reached into his bag, pulling out a silver coin, one he’d kept with him since arriving here, and a small knife, using the latter to dig into his thumb enough to draw fluid. He let it drip over the alter, then called to the Voice, hoping she would answer, and shed some light on what exactly he was doing. ”Mother. I’ve... been exploring for you. I’m a little lost right now though, and... I guess I’d like some guidance.”
to be honest, I’m full of shit
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
