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Characters: Praise (Hallelujah, subject_e0057) and Gundam (Setsuna, codename_potato), OPEN TO Range (Lockon, wartimenovelty)
Date/Time: Forward dated to I don't even know when. Sometime next month. After the Pox, and after Raise moves into his own fucking place.
Location: Section 1
Rating: I have no clue. Let's go with PG-13 for now.
Summary: Susan, Leif, and Ocean are retarded at ungodly times in the morning. So Gundam and Praise are hanging out. Range can come too.
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Praise was sitting quite contently on one of the futons in the Section one home, back leaning quite comfortably against the wall. He was positioned rather relaxedly, with a book held up in front of him, elbow resting on his torso, though the single golden eye wasn't scanning the pages. Instead he was looking over top the object, blinking slightly less than what would be considered normal. It was almost as though he were staring into space, or entranced by whatever it was he was looking at- which would have been perfectly acceptable if his chosen point in space to stare at was not the other occupant in the room.
Praise had hardly noted Gundam's presence when he had allowed the other man in, Gundam claiming to need to use Section 1's showers after... some mishap during repairs, probably. In fact, he hardly noticed the other man in the room at all, his attention more focused on manipulating the aspects of his own mind.
He had been experimenting with his recently discovered mental dominance, though Raise could be quite effective at blocking it if he was aware and conscious. When Praise could take him by surprise, during a moment of distraction or weakness, though, he was quickly able to shut down all the stimulus receptors for the other personality, essentially shutting him into a sort of sleep in the back of their mind. It was fascinating to experiment with- see if he could only shut off certain senses... and any time Raise awoke or managed to break free, he would always be upset. but that didn't deter Praise.
Unfortunately, none of the mental manipulation was conveyed by the slightly blank, staring expression. And that was no doubt uncomfortable for the man who happened to be there.
Date/Time: Forward dated to I don't even know when. Sometime next month. After the Pox, and after Raise moves into his own fucking place.
Location: Section 1
Rating: I have no clue. Let's go with PG-13 for now.
Summary: Susan, Leif, and Ocean are retarded at ungodly times in the morning. So Gundam and Praise are hanging out. Range can come too.
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Praise was sitting quite contently on one of the futons in the Section one home, back leaning quite comfortably against the wall. He was positioned rather relaxedly, with a book held up in front of him, elbow resting on his torso, though the single golden eye wasn't scanning the pages. Instead he was looking over top the object, blinking slightly less than what would be considered normal. It was almost as though he were staring into space, or entranced by whatever it was he was looking at- which would have been perfectly acceptable if his chosen point in space to stare at was not the other occupant in the room.
Praise had hardly noted Gundam's presence when he had allowed the other man in, Gundam claiming to need to use Section 1's showers after... some mishap during repairs, probably. In fact, he hardly noticed the other man in the room at all, his attention more focused on manipulating the aspects of his own mind.
He had been experimenting with his recently discovered mental dominance, though Raise could be quite effective at blocking it if he was aware and conscious. When Praise could take him by surprise, during a moment of distraction or weakness, though, he was quickly able to shut down all the stimulus receptors for the other personality, essentially shutting him into a sort of sleep in the back of their mind. It was fascinating to experiment with- see if he could only shut off certain senses... and any time Raise awoke or managed to break free, he would always be upset. but that didn't deter Praise.
Unfortunately, none of the mental manipulation was conveyed by the slightly blank, staring expression. And that was no doubt uncomfortable for the man who happened to be there.