Well. Isn't this a strange-character log? [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Mercedes, Kit Fisto
Content: Nice time for a stroll and a scuffle
Setting: F8...ish
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Nothing?
Born a princess and later growing into a war veteran, Mercedes didn't take well to being left without any word or even warning, especially when the streets were littered with quick, hard-shelled monsters that she'd have trouble bringing down without a handful of Painkillers. But wherever that silver-haired man went, she thought darkly, she hoped that he didn't kill himself.
With a frustrated huff, the fairy took to the skies again, avoiding conflict when it was necessary and dropping low enough to engage in battle whenever there were civilians about. It was tiring, consuming work that made her think of too much and too little alternately as she dodged, fought and ran instinctively, her body moving with the muscle memory training and experience had earned her.
But that kind of half-hearted fighting was risky and dangerous, and soon she found herself soaring through the air and smacking against the ground, her arm aching something terrible and she knew that she was at her limit. Scooping up her Psypher, she relaunched into the air and flew away, searching for a place to stay and recuperate.
Content: Nice time for a stroll and a scuffle
Setting: F8...ish
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Nothing?
Born a princess and later growing into a war veteran, Mercedes didn't take well to being left without any word or even warning, especially when the streets were littered with quick, hard-shelled monsters that she'd have trouble bringing down without a handful of Painkillers. But wherever that silver-haired man went, she thought darkly, she hoped that he didn't kill himself.
With a frustrated huff, the fairy took to the skies again, avoiding conflict when it was necessary and dropping low enough to engage in battle whenever there were civilians about. It was tiring, consuming work that made her think of too much and too little alternately as she dodged, fought and ran instinctively, her body moving with the muscle memory training and experience had earned her.
But that kind of half-hearted fighting was risky and dangerous, and soon she found herself soaring through the air and smacking against the ground, her arm aching something terrible and she knew that she was at her limit. Scooping up her Psypher, she relaunched into the air and flew away, searching for a place to stay and recuperate.