Perched atop one of the tallest buildings in the city, Celena took in the view, taking in the sights of all the unfamiliar structures and buildings. Her sharp eyes scanning over one to the next, surveying the layout of the city even as the dawning sun rose, lighting the artificial canyons.

“A fine day to for a flight, as any,” a light rumbling chuckle leaving her as she uncurled her tail and stood. Casting aside her worries and unfurling her wings to stretch them wide. Taking one last gaze across the cityscape before she leapt forth, diving down into the maze of artificial canyons the city formed.

A fine day to fly indeed.

((OOC: Feel free to spot her flying and try and get her attention, or even join her in the air if the charrie can fly))

Mordin, after his reunion with his crewmates, those who remembered and those who didn't, had headed immediately for the scientific lab aboard Stacy. He was a scientist, after all, and he needed to be able to find someplace to do his work. He had been surprised by the extent of the facilities, and by their strange biological set up. Of course, he thought, shouldn't have been. Rest of the ship is biological in nature. The salarian had claimed himself a table by clearing away some of the other things laying around and was busily going over some of the data he had collected so far, including a few samples he had pulled from the plantsuit he had discarded as soon as he had found his armor. It was all quite fascinating, really. And everything he learned would put him one step closer to vengeance for all the lives the Ohm had so callously destroyed.

That whole universe destroying business bothered him, despite his fairly even outward demeanor. He was a doctor, after all. Sworn to help preserve life. Not that that stopped him from killing when it was needed, of course, but the wholesale destruction of entire galaxies bothered him. Even a little more so because of his own role in reducing a species to near extinction. But that wasn't relevant anymore, was it? They had more important things to focus on. And so Mordin returned to his scope, studying the plantsuit with interest.

Title: Veneer of Civilisation Belongs Not Here
Location: Stacy; Angkor Wat






Renne was at first perplexed when his chirps echoed off of Angkor Wat's deserted, crumbling walls.

Perplexed. And then he found himself slowly discovering a strange contentment. This was, from the sound and smell of things, as wild as any other jungle he'd lived or been in. And he actually liked such primeval surroundings. He knew the unspoken laws here, the laws of Predator and Prey, the laws of sheer survival.
There was nothing draped in the trappings of status (aside from what lives and what dies), nothing held in the pretense of wealth. It was as one perceived -- nothing more, nothing less.

Renne let himself revert to the familiar ways here as he carefully roamed this place.

It was as forgotten and primeval as he was.

His crawling was at first slow, careful. He was the new animal here, learning the ground and what obstacles were located where. The first runs like this always earned him bumps, scrapes and bruises but that was the way of things -- Nature gave the test first and the lesson later. As his speed began to gradually pick up and he found his rhythm, Renne's mind didn't wander to places it shouldn't go.

He didn't think about the shadows or the wounds he never healed.

He didn't let himself hear the voices of dead men in the midst of a place where manhood meant absolutely nothing.