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towerofanimus2013-03-09 07:49 pm
fashionfairy) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-09 07:49 pm
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001 To Take A Deep Breath
Characters: Kanaya and everyone! (You are included in that!)
Setting: Various, starting outside room 1-07
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Kanaya attempts to explore the tower and make friends. Or at least not make any enemies right off.
Warnings: None unless she's attacked. She may look meek and gentle but she's quite proficient with that chainsaw. Also, a secondary warning: she tends to ramble when nervous.
The first thing Kanaya was aware of was the inability to move. That was hardly unusual as the viscosity of the sopor slime in the recuperacoons made it difficult to thrash about in but that gave it a sense of comfort. She was not in her recuperacoon however. She was lying on some soft surface, like a cushion but raised and with blankets. Panic began to rise in her throat as she realized that she was not even on the flying chunk of rock she and her friends now called home. As the paralysis wore off she was able to take in her surroundings....and the rather hideous bodysuit and collar someclearly style challenged being had put on her.
She spotted the letter, read it quickly, and then went to the indicated chest to change into something more familiar. At least the collar was similar to her blood color so it didn't clash too terribly. A small wave of relief washed over her to see the matriorb safely nestled among various lengths of fabric. Even if she had failed everything else at least that was still safe and there was still hope.
Next, however, came a more pressing matter. She turned toward the door, placed her hand on the handle...and hesitated. Who knew what lay outside. She steeled herself, made sure the bottle of lipstick was in her pocket, and walked out to meet whatever lay beyond the threshold.
Setting: Various, starting outside room 1-07
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Kanaya attempts to explore the tower and make friends. Or at least not make any enemies right off.
Warnings: None unless she's attacked. She may look meek and gentle but she's quite proficient with that chainsaw. Also, a secondary warning: she tends to ramble when nervous.
The first thing Kanaya was aware of was the inability to move. That was hardly unusual as the viscosity of the sopor slime in the recuperacoons made it difficult to thrash about in but that gave it a sense of comfort. She was not in her recuperacoon however. She was lying on some soft surface, like a cushion but raised and with blankets. Panic began to rise in her throat as she realized that she was not even on the flying chunk of rock she and her friends now called home. As the paralysis wore off she was able to take in her surroundings....and the rather hideous bodysuit and collar some
She spotted the letter, read it quickly, and then went to the indicated chest to change into something more familiar. At least the collar was similar to her blood color so it didn't clash too terribly. A small wave of relief washed over her to see the matriorb safely nestled among various lengths of fabric. Even if she had failed everything else at least that was still safe and there was still hope.
Next, however, came a more pressing matter. She turned toward the door, placed her hand on the handle...and hesitated. Who knew what lay outside. She steeled herself, made sure the bottle of lipstick was in her pocket, and walked out to meet whatever lay beyond the threshold.
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I thought I saw somethin' behind you so I was shriekin' to provide a clever ruse so that you could get away from it...
[He was never good at lying.]
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The great and lofty Eridan Ampora assisting a lowly 'land dwweller' like myself? Did you injure your think pan when you tripped on your cape?
[She reaches up to check his head. It may be a sincere gesture of concern or it may be a ruse to further subtly mock him.]
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[a rare moment of him being honest. He's the first to fight, and first to turn tail.]
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[Eridan shifts a little, fidgeting as he talks. Clearly, it looks like he's not telling the whole story.]
I just uh... didn't want it to come back an' cut me in half...