Eleanor Lamb (
thebigsister) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-11 11:09 am
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[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.
Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.
[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.
Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.
Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.
Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.
[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.
Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.
Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.
Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]

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[She doesn't have much of a concept of home, sorry. And that little wasteland stay of hers didn't help much either.]
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[Eleanor shrugs and sways to keep herself upright.]
There's nothing left back there for me to be attached to.
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[Eleanor laughs easily.]
I mean. The city I was born in is gone, but the world is otherwise fine, I suppose. I just... don't really care much for it.
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[Needless to say, they're not exactly the norm.]
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Well, I think it's true.
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Thinking something's true doesn't make it so, you realize.
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[Tohko then tried to put an harm on Elanor's shoulder to steady her.]
Hey, you really should go lie down. You're going to fall down the stairs at this rate!
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[Though Tohko can't see it, Eleanor's smiling wryly.]
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[Tohko isn't really convinced..]
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[She sounds a little less sure than before.]
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