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towerofanimus2014-02-09 08:35 am
stitchedupbodyguard) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-09 08:35 am
normal life
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.]
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.]
no subject
Sephiroth scowls, both at Veronica and himself for appearing so out-of-control, so weak. Forcing his internal will into ignoring the headache he makes himself stand up straighter again. Flicking a swathe of long silver hair that has fallen forward around one of his shoulders.
Never mind the slightest feeling of pressure releasing in his sinuses. That second that might foretell a nosebleed.]
I'm fine.
[Stubborn as ever.]