i think i'm drowning, asphyxiated [KARA]

[lancelot du lac]

Whether or not Lancelot escaped the room without notice really left no impression on the knight, seeing as if anyone had noticed him, he didn't turn back to chat them up anyway, which was what everyone seemed to be doing. Seeing as he had been about to die a few moments before (it felt like a few moments ago, at least) - and a very heroic death for someone he loved, he'll have you know - he was a bit ratty and didn't see the point in sticking around and chatting.

That and he was covered in scratches, bruises, dried blood and he had two very bloody swords he was marching along with in his hands.

He saw the blonde woman up ahead long before she saw him, probably, but seeing as he was a little pissed with the fact that God was messing with him by sticking him in some strange heaven instead of happily flashing his life before his eyes, or turning him into a nice horse like Lancelot's father said would happen, he made no effort to speak to her. After beginning to see some strange things, though, and after realising he probably wouldn't get a gigantic headache in heaven, and after considering the fact that no-one in heaven would be wearing something so ridiculous as the woman was wearing, he got even more angered.

"What is this place?" he let out in frustration, throwing down one of his swords and slumping against the wall. He had more been talking to himself, but he threw a glare at the woman. Just in case she wanted to walk up to him and ask where the hell they were.

[cpt. kara 'starbuck' thrace]

Frak this. Frak all of it. Whatever this was, she was done playing along. She was going to find a way out of here. End of story.

As she stomped down the corridor, Kara kept a sharp eye out for anything that would need to be shot, or any windows, or bulkheads, or anything at all that would offer promise of release from this...place. Something in the back of her mind nagged her, told her this was it. This was all there was left, and that she had probably blown herself up out in her viper - no doubt thanks to an error by someone on the flight deck - and this was it. This was the other side.

All those people back there had died too, and come from wherever the frak they came from, and everyone just got dowsed in the reality of there being no gods, and no here-after.

Sucked to be them.

But those thoughts were still being repressed at this moment in time, mostly overcome by her intense desire to yell, and punch things, and find someone responsible and shoot them in the frakking head, which was probably why when she heard a voice suddenly ring out behind her, followed by a loud clattering of metal, she spun around wild-eyed and with her gun trained between his eyes.

"Why don't you start with telling me who the frak you are?" Kara growled back at him, her scowl hiding the fact that his appearance was disconcerting and confusing, though not completely.

[lancelot du lac]

It was a step better than asking where they were, anyway. Lancelot stared at her coldly for a long, hard moment. He actually prefered a dumb, blundering Saxon over this woman. He obviously had no idea what the hell she was holding either, and he waited for it to do something, but it didn't. Suddenly realising she might actually be threatening him, he slowly reached down and picked the bloody sword back off the floor. He glanced at it in disgust - most of the blood was dried or drying. How long had he been out?

"I don't often give my name to people under threat," he said, the snark and distaste obvious in his voice. "Especially not when I'm trapped in some goddamn imitation of heaven."

He held back the fact that he also thought the woman was a lunatic in all her strange attire, but pointing out peoples' lunacy to them was as pointless as ramming his swords into the wall, which was what he really wanted to do right now. Hell, maybe this was some sort of Saxon device. Actually...no. Scratch that. The Saxons would have probably all killed these lunatics by now.

Who'd've thought he would miss the battlefield so much?