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Who: Lyra spiritedness and Anita paper_dreamer.
When: After this.
Where: By the Clock Tower--greatest landmark in all of Purg!
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Lyra was cold, asked for a place to stay. Anita answered.
Anita was taking the shortest route possible to the clock tower--she neither liked to wait for people nor did she like to make people wait. And in this particular situation, the shortest route possible meant jumping on roofs. Not that jumping from roof to roof was a smart thing in Purgatorium, where one wrong step meant falling through wood rotten through by age or weather, but Anita was as careful as she could be. One unplanned landing could easily be fixed by a well-planned paper chain, after all.
Jumping down from the last roof, she landed like a cat on the ground, a cloud of white snow dusting the air around her. She shook it off as an animal would shake off water and looked around. Lyra, she assumed, was a girl (it was a feminine name, duh) and was kinda young--maybe around Anita's own age.
One quick stroll around the tower base gave clear indication that Lyra hadn't yet arrived, so Anita cleared some snow from atop a rock and sat herself down, as comfortably as one could on freezing rockface.
"...I hope I'm not too early..." she mumbled to herself, silently wishing she'd taken the long route after all.
When: After this.
Where: By the Clock Tower--greatest landmark in all of Purg!
Rating: TBA.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Lyra was cold, asked for a place to stay. Anita answered.
Anita was taking the shortest route possible to the clock tower--she neither liked to wait for people nor did she like to make people wait. And in this particular situation, the shortest route possible meant jumping on roofs. Not that jumping from roof to roof was a smart thing in Purgatorium, where one wrong step meant falling through wood rotten through by age or weather, but Anita was as careful as she could be. One unplanned landing could easily be fixed by a well-planned paper chain, after all.
Jumping down from the last roof, she landed like a cat on the ground, a cloud of white snow dusting the air around her. She shook it off as an animal would shake off water and looked around. Lyra, she assumed, was a girl (it was a feminine name, duh) and was kinda young--maybe around Anita's own age.
One quick stroll around the tower base gave clear indication that Lyra hadn't yet arrived, so Anita cleared some snow from atop a rock and sat herself down, as comfortably as one could on freezing rockface.
"...I hope I'm not too early..." she mumbled to herself, silently wishing she'd taken the long route after all.