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towerofanimus2012-12-13 10:07 am
culbutiri) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-13 10:07 am
Entry tags:
The perfect crime
Characters: Nesir Aeser and Gilbert
Setting: Restaurant, backdated to the 12th
Format: Um I'll start prose, switch if you wish!
Summary: A little late due to mob and Jason shenanigans, Nesir and Gilbert go to get some real food
Warnings:
Nesir stood on the staircase going down into the restaurant waiting. They had meant to do this days ago but Nesir's involvement in the mob and her subsequent prison stay had delayed things. Nesir was still trying not to think about what had happened, because it was strange and she had been stupid and now she knew the extent of their power. She wasn't sure if Ganondorf was right... even speed wouldn't have saved her. How do you fight against someone who can manipulate your own body?
To add to matters making Nesir angry she was sick, her cold had gotten worse her brain felt like someone had added porridge to it... She now had shoes though given to her by Rise, they were too big but warm. And warmth was more important. She sneezed and sniffed miserably, she hated being sick.
She looked around again for Gilbert.
Setting: Restaurant, backdated to the 12th
Format: Um I'll start prose, switch if you wish!
Summary: A little late due to mob and Jason shenanigans, Nesir and Gilbert go to get some real food
Warnings:
Nesir stood on the staircase going down into the restaurant waiting. They had meant to do this days ago but Nesir's involvement in the mob and her subsequent prison stay had delayed things. Nesir was still trying not to think about what had happened, because it was strange and she had been stupid and now she knew the extent of their power. She wasn't sure if Ganondorf was right... even speed wouldn't have saved her. How do you fight against someone who can manipulate your own body?
To add to matters making Nesir angry she was sick, her cold had gotten worse her brain felt like someone had added porridge to it... She now had shoes though given to her by Rise, they were too big but warm. And warmth was more important. She sneezed and sniffed miserably, she hated being sick.
She looked around again for Gilbert.