[everything about this mission has been suspicious; jon is half expecting the train to leave them stranded in a locked warehouse somewhere. he is definitely not expecting to be let out into a forest. it's not like the forests he knows from westeros, which makes it even more fascinating. he walks around with a look of wonder, touching trees gently through black gloves.]
There must be animals here.
ii. straight up zombie fighting.
[after everything that's happened since the emp went off, it's almost a relief to be fighting monsters again. jon has longclaw out of the elaborate harness on his back as soon as he senses movement in the dark. he raises his eyebrows, almost grinning when the shambling humanoids come into view. fighting corpses is infinitely preferable to hauling their rotted leaking parts around the pyramid in hundred degree heat.]
Never thought I'd be happy to see the dead up and walking again.
[he throws out a few casual slashes to keep them away, then a mighty two-handed swing at the nearest neck. he hopes this is enough to keep it down, they can't afford a fire in the building right now.]
iii. gathering data.
[they've made it to the labs, and jon's since healed any damage he sustained. though he doesn't put his sword away, he shifts it to his left hand for a moment. he frowns at the biological specimens in their pods.]
Is somebody...making these monsters on purpose?
[like dany, he'd assumed they'd evolved from abnormal weather conditions and possibly radiation or chemical exposure. he glances around for other displaced.]
We need to copy all the information they have stored here. We can take pictures if we have to.
[he reaches out and activates a console with his right hand. he deflates somewhat when it asks for a password, and looks helplessly at whoever happens to be nearby.]
iv. new amsterdam.
[with the new people finally collected into the safehouse, it's back to work for jon snow. unfortunately he's been waylaid by something that looks like a six limbed maned wolf with glowing gold eyes. it's lying on its side and breathing heavily, its head in jon's lap as he bends over it, checking for signs of fever or disease.]
jon snow | asoiaf
[everything about this mission has been suspicious; jon is half expecting the train to leave them stranded in a locked warehouse somewhere. he is definitely not expecting to be let out into a forest. it's not like the forests he knows from westeros, which makes it even more fascinating. he walks around with a look of wonder, touching trees gently through black gloves.]
There must be animals here.
ii. straight up zombie fighting.
[after everything that's happened since the emp went off, it's almost a relief to be fighting monsters again. jon has longclaw out of the elaborate harness on his back as soon as he senses movement in the dark. he raises his eyebrows, almost grinning when the shambling humanoids come into view. fighting corpses is infinitely preferable to hauling their rotted leaking parts around the pyramid in hundred degree heat.]
Never thought I'd be happy to see the dead up and walking again.
[he throws out a few casual slashes to keep them away, then a mighty two-handed swing at the nearest neck. he hopes this is enough to keep it down, they can't afford a fire in the building right now.]
iii. gathering data.
[they've made it to the labs, and jon's since healed any damage he sustained. though he doesn't put his sword away, he shifts it to his left hand for a moment. he frowns at the biological specimens in their pods.]
Is somebody...making these monsters on purpose?
[like dany, he'd assumed they'd evolved from abnormal weather conditions and possibly radiation or chemical exposure. he glances around for other displaced.]
We need to copy all the information they have stored here. We can take pictures if we have to.
[he reaches out and activates a console with his right hand. he deflates somewhat when it asks for a password, and looks helplessly at whoever happens to be nearby.]
iv. new amsterdam.
[with the new people finally collected into the safehouse, it's back to work for jon snow. unfortunately he's been waylaid by something that looks like a six limbed maned wolf with glowing gold eyes. it's lying on its side and breathing heavily, its head in jon's lap as he bends over it, checking for signs of fever or disease.]
We have to help her.