Nice to meet you, Spirit of Depression
Who: Helion Lasfort, Maka Albarn
When: Monday Morning
Where: another random residence in Venice
Summary: An accidental meeting and a bandaging turn up a bit more than Helion wants people to know.
Rating: ...I'm going to say PG just to be safe.
Warnings: ...Possible emo?
To be honest, Helion wasn't doing too well. She was still recovering from her injuries from the battle with Darc... Was it the evil twin? She guessed it was, but there was no proof of that. In the end it didn't matter either way. Once the fighting started, it was only natural it would continue until one of the two were dead.
Not that she came out unharmed either. Darc was just as tough as a member of the Spirit Squad, and if things had turned out a little differently it would have been her that died instead. As it was, she was still recovering. That was why she had shifted from 72 hour scouting shifts to the slightly more reasonable 48 hour shifts-- or wait, it was 54 hour shifts now, wasn't it? Even after all this time, she was still having trouble adjusting to the lengthened days.
As it was, the most severe injuries had recovered. She was still hardly what could be considered reasonable condition, but she dealt with it well enough. More importantly though, her shift had ended, so she did her usual tactic of flying in through the window of one of the many buildings across Venezia, using the spot to take a rest for a short time while she waited for more of her wounds to heal and planned out her next scouting trip.
When: Monday Morning
Where: another random residence in Venice
Summary: An accidental meeting and a bandaging turn up a bit more than Helion wants people to know.
Rating: ...I'm going to say PG just to be safe.
Warnings: ...Possible emo?
To be honest, Helion wasn't doing too well. She was still recovering from her injuries from the battle with Darc... Was it the evil twin? She guessed it was, but there was no proof of that. In the end it didn't matter either way. Once the fighting started, it was only natural it would continue until one of the two were dead.
Not that she came out unharmed either. Darc was just as tough as a member of the Spirit Squad, and if things had turned out a little differently it would have been her that died instead. As it was, she was still recovering. That was why she had shifted from 72 hour scouting shifts to the slightly more reasonable 48 hour shifts-- or wait, it was 54 hour shifts now, wasn't it? Even after all this time, she was still having trouble adjusting to the lengthened days.
As it was, the most severe injuries had recovered. She was still hardly what could be considered reasonable condition, but she dealt with it well enough. More importantly though, her shift had ended, so she did her usual tactic of flying in through the window of one of the many buildings across Venezia, using the spot to take a rest for a short time while she waited for more of her wounds to heal and planned out her next scouting trip.