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towerofanimus2012-02-15 08:02 am
uprisings) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-15 08:02 am
Entry tags:
a soldier on my own
Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here
[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]
[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]
[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here
[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]
[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]
[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]
They've vanished into thin air!
Blinks.
Bliiiinks.
Blushes.]
I um, you're welcome?
[Thinks it's for the steak - HOW LITTLE SHE KNOWS OF WEIRD CHOCOLATE STATUS EFFECTS.]
perfect B)
Thank you. [And now!!! Cutting a piece off and popping that shit in his mouth]
Like the teddy bear, here, then gone. O.O
Doesn't notice that the bear has vanished from her lap and has relocated itself between Summoner's feet under the table.]
How is it? I'm not entirely sure what kind of cuisine trolls enjoy...
also like me apparently /face in hands
It's, quite good. Possibly uh... the best I've had in, a long time.
/shooshpaps
Francisca chuckles at his response and asks:]
Really? That's good to hear, though I'm sorry I can't make troll cuisine. Ah well, multicultural experiences can be good, non?
[Just gonna. Casually sliiiiiide closer to him until their thighs are barely touching, smiling.]
sobs brokenly
Mmhm. I'm uh... learning more and more about, you all every day.
Shhhhhhh, there there. /stroke
Oh? And what have you learnt about 'us' then?
[Casually doesn't mention she's not human sob.]