Phasma (phasmic) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-24 07:04:00 |
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Phasma had found little worthwhile left in the cave after all was said and done. The weapons were gone, the medical supplies were gone, and anything else that might have been useful at one point was very thoroughly damp and wouldn't be useful for a good long while. She didn't intend to stay here that long. But a short reprieve was all she needed, long enough for everyone else to scatter and get a good distance away before she found somewhere suitable to slink off to. And, if she was being honest, long enough to tend to these fucking cracked ribs. It wouldn't do her any good to worsen the injury and what she needed right now was to breathe. She felt along her side with the flat of her palm, inhaling deeply as she did and holding it, the pain splintering through her for a moment, but that was all. No rattling, no wheezing, just awful near-blinding pain. She'd had worse. And knowing this place she would have worse. So she settled against the side of the massive structure, in a place where she could see all of the entrances at once and crossed her legs in front of her. If there were traps, if there were dangers, let the others discover them first. Let them be picked off by the environment, by each other, if that was the way this place worked. And, if not, it gave her a while to plan her own course of action. |