Characters: Octavia Blake and Open What: Octavia has arrived and not wanting to admit she's in bad shape. Where: Around the Space Head. When: Late afternoon today. Rating/Warnings: Possible medium to high cause it's Octavia with her language, possible talks of violence, possible violence depending on how she's dealt with. Status: Open
Talking dog and being back in space? This was either hell or something beyond anything Octavia had ever seen before. If it wasn’t for the fact, she knew she hadn’t had any Jobi Nuts she’d think this was some weird hallucination, but Octavia wasn’t sure what this was just yet. The talking dog had her torn between fascination and putting her on edge. They didn’t have dogs in space, and she couldn’t remember seeing any on the ground, but thanks to the stories, especially about Cerberus, she knew what they were. It was the being back in space that had her on edge more than anything, this was the last place she ever wanted to be. Maybe Praimfaya came sooner than everyone thought? Could she be dead? Maybe this was her hell for everything she had done?
Quickly pretending everything was fine, Octavia got herself far away from the talking dog, wanting to figure out her plan to deal with this mess. Medical should’ve been where Octavia went, but the lack of trust in this place had her on a different mission, ignoring the pain in her body. Warriors never gave up, they never showed weakness, or allowed their injuries to control them, and even with her body screaming in pain, she ignored it. If caught, Octavia was sure she’d end up floated or stuck back to hiding in the floor, and she refused to let that happen. Slipping out of sight, Octavia played with the radio in her hand, hoping for the sound of her brother’s voice, but nothing. It was as if the thing was dead. Cursing the radio, she slipped it out of sight. Still in her outfit from the Conclave, she knew she stood out like a sore thumb even more so when you added in the blood on her, the dirt, and her war paint. Moving one of her knives within reach, but out of sight, she glanced around the corner to see no one in sight before moving once again. Keeping low and quiet, her sword on her back if she needed it, but her body had a different idea in mind than what she wanted.
Everything her body had been going through was piling up between the black rain, the radiation levels being a little higher than her body could handle, the exhaustion, the lack of water in her system, and the injuries on her body from fighting. Octavia’s body had enough, shutting down, and causing her to hit the ground, cursing when her face hit the ground. “Fuck,” growling slightly, she moved to stand up, but her body was done, it was tired. Sliding herself up to lean against the wall, Octavia looked at her arm. The bandage on her arm was still holding for the time being, wishing she had the tools to try and stitch herself up, but that wasn’t going to be happening while stuck in this spot. Ignoring the cut on her leg from Luna’s sword, betting it wasn’t a pretty sight.
“Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim,” she said quietly to herself in Grounder, pushing herself to try again, and this time she managed to get herself back up from off the ground. Her back rested against the wall, keeping herself on alert while giving herself a moment to try and get her footing back because last thing she wanted was to hit the ground again. Octavia was pretty sure if she went down again, she might not be getting back up with the way she was feeling.