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Characters: Virgo (gundamphile) and Mirage (plottingthis)
Date/Time: Backdated to the afternoon of 3/10
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: PG-13 at worst, probably?
Summary: Mirage as a familiar face, and some bodyswap-inspired confusion.
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The scavengers' yard was a daily visit for Virgo. God knows who threw things down there, but there was always more junk to be found and fiddled with, and more than once he encountered something that sparked a strange, uneasy nostalgia. He rolled a dull lump of junk metal over the top of his knuckles as he gave a cursory glance over the sea of scraps.
If nothing else, the random materials here helped him build out the figures from the vague memories he had. He paid a keen attention to detail for most, but something seemed almost out-of-place with all of them. Incomplete.
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, Virgo let the brass piece slip off the top of his hand and clatter with the metal by his feet. Time to get hunting.
Date/Time: Backdated to the afternoon of 3/10
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: PG-13 at worst, probably?
Summary: Mirage as a familiar face, and some bodyswap-inspired confusion.
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The scavengers' yard was a daily visit for Virgo. God knows who threw things down there, but there was always more junk to be found and fiddled with, and more than once he encountered something that sparked a strange, uneasy nostalgia. He rolled a dull lump of junk metal over the top of his knuckles as he gave a cursory glance over the sea of scraps.
If nothing else, the random materials here helped him build out the figures from the vague memories he had. He paid a keen attention to detail for most, but something seemed almost out-of-place with all of them. Incomplete.
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, Virgo let the brass piece slip off the top of his hand and clatter with the metal by his feet. Time to get hunting.