normal life

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Characters: Veronica and open!
Setting: Dorm floors, 90, 74, and 39
Format: Anything!
Summary: Veronica's going about her business.
Warnings: Usual tower things

Dorms

[How long had it been since they plugged themselves into that machine and ended up in that... place? What could it even be called anything other than that?

It didn't matter regardless, she had gotten out of it unscathed. Well, moderately unscathed. Her strength had been returning quite slowly. It bothered her to no end, but that's how it is sometimes.

She poked her head out through her room's door, eyeing the hallways beyond. Slowly, the bodyguard stepped out, dressed in different attire than usual, though minus the gas mask. She might as well do some patrolling, since Rick was more than likely feeling weak. And this'll be a good chance to try her new outfit.]

Floor 90

[This floor was one that Veronica frequented for a few reasons. She'd found this floor the first time she arrived and, despite the mermaid monsters, she found it to be quite pleasant.

So she sat on the sand, watching the water slowly go towards and away from the sand.

And then she disappears. As in, she blinks out of existence. She'll be back in a minute though.]

Floor 74

[This wasn't a floor that Veronica went to very often, but she was feeling adventurous despite her weakened state. Still dressed in her new suit, blades at the ready, she made her way through the shimmering caverns, her eyes adjusting to the dark quite easily.

Of course, there were creepers everywhere now. And one exploded behind her.

she can handle this of course.]

Floor 39

[Veronica's going to be at the gym for a while, using the workout equipment that hasn't already been destroyed to try and build some muscle. Even if she was feeling weaker, that didn't mean she should sit around and do nothing.]

Comments

[idkworldruler]

Is it? I am raising an eyebrow.

[He really is.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Y-yeah, obviously.

[A total lie. She can see in the dark.]

You're r-really not revealing m-much if you take your mask off h-here.

[idkworldruler]

[He kind of figured.]

Well, why are you so advent about me taking it off?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

How am I s-supposed to k-kiss you with y-your mask on?

[Logic?]

Plus y-you should t-try taking it off o-once in a w-while. Y-you're skins probably r-really p-pale.

[idkworldruler]

Kissing the mask is the same as kissing me.

[Logic deflected, strung up and then buried.]

Also, I don't care for my appearance much.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

...You know, if I-I s-saw your face, then I'd p-probably trust you more.

I'd even m-make more bombs and s-stuff.

[idkworldruler]

You don't want to see my face.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Uh... y-yeah, I do.

[That's kind of the whole point here.]

[idkworldruler]

No you don't, the very sight would drive you insane.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

One time, m-me and my s-sister helped c-create a god.

[A god made of flying spaghetti, but details.]

I t-think I c-could handle it.

[idkworldruler]

Oh, I've beaten the ever loving shit out of a god.

[And that is a very long story.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Well, then we h-have s-something in common: we both know gods.

D-doesn't t-that make y-you feel better?

[That's about half sarcasm.]

[idkworldruler]

Somehow, I really doubt you know what gods are actually like.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

N-not in the r-real sense, b-but I think I k-know enough.

[she poked at his chest again, a hand moving closely to his mask.]

But y-you're going t-to prove me wrong, a-aren't you.

[idkworldruler]

[He slowly leaned away as she got closer.]

I always prove everyone wrong in the end.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Maybe you w-won't?

[She looked up at him hopefully, not coming any closer.]

H-how about it?

[idkworldruler]

It's not worth it, trust me. Besides why do you want to see my face so bad.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Because I want to. I-I've shown you m-my face, it's o-only right, if w-we're partners that I s-see yours.

B-besides, it's l-like a t-trust thing. You h-have permission to kill me if I-I use y-your face for nefarious purposes.

[idkworldruler]

Oh I would do more than just kill. There is an escape in death. There is no escape from the things I would do to a turncoat.

But make a more fitting argument.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Like what? I w-want to kiss you? I've b-been working with y-you f-for months now and I still d-don't know what you l-look like? I'm t-the literally most t-trusted person y-you got and you still d-don't trust me enough?

[A shrug of the shoulders.]

W-what am I supposed to say?

[idkworldruler]

You are the most trusted person here, yes. But again, tell me why you want to see it. Why it's such a big deal for you. You're not missing much. I'm not Tom Cruise, or Elvis under here.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

I just...

[She frowned, giving another shrug.]

I j-just want t-to, okay? You're... a friend, I guess, and I care about y-you. S-seeing your face would... mean I c-could find you if anything r-really bad happened. O-or we could both meet incognito.

And I d-don't care about looks. [She gestured frantically to her stitches and scars.]D-do I look l-like I care about looks?

[idkworldruler]

Maybe, maybe.

[She isn't being deterred is she.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[A little.]

So? W-what do you say?

[idkworldruler]

That depends, will it get you to stop?