Who: Lace Harding & various! Status: Closed Where: Various, thread-dependent. What: Quests and other closed threads for June! Warnings: None at present, will update as needed.
[When the call goes out for able bodies to take on an urgent search and rescue mission, Harding is among the first to respond. Search teams are assigned prior to landfall, and when they make it to the island, she wastes no time in gearing up and preparing to break off with her assigned partner. Though she prides herself on being able to work with just about anyone, he seems to be a good-natured sort, which is definitely a plus.
The rainfall is heavy, relentless. She doesn't mind getting wet, but there's something eerily strange about this place— she can't hear anything but the rain.
She frowns as she pauses beneath a cluster of trees just past the shoreline, the branches offering a small amount of cover from the rain, looking up at her partner in question.]
Hey, do you hear anything? Doesn't it seem a little too quiet here?
[Looking for people who had been missing for some time was something Beat had done in the past, even if it took him three years to find who he was looking for. He was like a dog with a bone when he had a goal in mind, his objective on the forefront of his mind, and this wasn't going to be any different. After all, he can't let those people remain lost forever.
Furrowing his brow at Harding's comment, he pushes the headphones off of his head, moving them to hang around his neck. Even with it on without music playing, the sound of the rain surrounding them somehow permeated past them, the sound even louder once he has them off.]
I'm hearin' a lotta rain, if that's what you's askin'.
[He looks at her, even more confused, looking around, hoping to catch sight of anyone outside the search and rescue team. It didn't sound like they were making much noise either... So, surely she was talking about the rain, right?]
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The rainfall is heavy, relentless. She doesn't mind getting wet, but there's something eerily strange about this place— she can't hear anything but the rain.
She frowns as she pauses beneath a cluster of trees just past the shoreline, the branches offering a small amount of cover from the rain, looking up at her partner in question.]
Hey, do you hear anything? Doesn't it seem a little too quiet here?
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Furrowing his brow at Harding's comment, he pushes the headphones off of his head, moving them to hang around his neck. Even with it on without music playing, the sound of the rain surrounding them somehow permeated past them, the sound even louder once he has them off.]
I'm hearin' a lotta rain, if that's what you's askin'.
[He looks at her, even more confused, looking around, hoping to catch sight of anyone outside the search and rescue team. It didn't sound like they were making much noise either... So, surely she was talking about the rain, right?]
If you's makin' a joke, I ain't gettin' it, yo.