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towerofanimus2012-03-28 06:18 am
furocious) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-28 06:18 am
:33 < furst pounce
Characters: Nepeta Leijon (OU) and open!
Setting: Around room 2-07 and the dormitories.
Format: Action preferred, but I can go either way.
Summary: Nepeta's new to the tower, so time to look around.
Warnings: Mentions of death, probably not much else.
[The act of waking up is a strange one when you don't expect to wake up at all. Freaking out is also mitigated when you're stuck still in--what is this, a human bed?--for half a minute before you can get up. It gives Nepeta the chance to, if not calm completely, get a push on the way there, and also realize she's not in pain anymore. But then what is this place? It doesn't look like the lab, and again, she's pretty sure she didn't have something soft to lay on when her eyes first closed.]
[Once her limbs decide they can move again, though, she's up instantly. Three things come quickly to her attention: the collar around her neck (which gets some pokes, prods, and tugs before she gives up on removing it), then the two letters. Being told her world has been destroyed is no news at all - Alternia is already pretty much gone! - but the rest is unexpected. This is a place to live. There's things here to help in that. And again, most importantly, she's alive.]
[So what does this mean for everyone else? It's a stab to the gut to think back on what happened to Equius, and she can't stop a sharp hiss at the thought of Gamzee potentially being here. But if they could save her, maybe, just maybe, they could save her friends too.]
[After one last delay spent checking the contents of her trunk, she's out the door to get an idea of this place. Her nerves aren't totally settled; her feet carry her light and careful through the halls of the dormitories. For all she wants to see who's here, she can't afford not to be wary.]
Setting: Around room 2-07 and the dormitories.
Format: Action preferred, but I can go either way.
Summary: Nepeta's new to the tower, so time to look around.
Warnings: Mentions of death, probably not much else.
[The act of waking up is a strange one when you don't expect to wake up at all. Freaking out is also mitigated when you're stuck still in--what is this, a human bed?--for half a minute before you can get up. It gives Nepeta the chance to, if not calm completely, get a push on the way there, and also realize she's not in pain anymore. But then what is this place? It doesn't look like the lab, and again, she's pretty sure she didn't have something soft to lay on when her eyes first closed.]
[Once her limbs decide they can move again, though, she's up instantly. Three things come quickly to her attention: the collar around her neck (which gets some pokes, prods, and tugs before she gives up on removing it), then the two letters. Being told her world has been destroyed is no news at all - Alternia is already pretty much gone! - but the rest is unexpected. This is a place to live. There's things here to help in that. And again, most importantly, she's alive.]
[So what does this mean for everyone else? It's a stab to the gut to think back on what happened to Equius, and she can't stop a sharp hiss at the thought of Gamzee potentially being here. But if they could save her, maybe, just maybe, they could save her friends too.]
[After one last delay spent checking the contents of her trunk, she's out the door to get an idea of this place. Her nerves aren't totally settled; her feet carry her light and careful through the halls of the dormitories. For all she wants to see who's here, she can't afford not to be wary.]
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[Equius just really has to smile at that, an awkward and somewhat stilted smile but a smile nonetheless, because that is just so like her. She's only known him for a couple of minutes, and besides that, he's a mysterious yellowblood version of her previously-thought to-be-lost moirail, and she's already talking about how they can become friends in their own merit and begin the healing process together or... something. Even if she's not the Dread Empurress (a self-referential title she would use when mocking her lineage, right before he would scold her for being so flippant about it), he really couldn't care less about the logistics of the arrangement, because even just in this grassblood's presence he can feel a weight off his shoulders.]
Yes, I know.
[D'aww, little Ekky made a friend! ...He's never had one of those before. :|a]