On the Subject of Science... [Closed, Incomplete]
WHO: Zero (zer0_restraint) and Maximum Ride (nixe_eva)
WHAT: "Sparring"
WHERE: The Beach
WHEN: Day 115, dusk (backlogged slightly~)
Max had set up her tent for the chat with Susan, and had merely stayed outside in the nice, warm weather for the rest of the day. Relaxing on a beach was twenty times better than staying inside her shared house, attempting to cook something that might pass as a cookie. Already with the queen's announcement, she'd begun to slim down again as lack of food began to show. She wasn't deathly thin, merely thin enough you could count the ribs if she stretched backwards. What could she say? Her credit card didn't work here, and who knew when you would need to buy a sack of fruit for a friend?
In any case, Max invited Zero to join her on the beach. While it would be an interesting test of skill to battle the android, she knew well enough that the sudden offer to spar had really meant that he wanted to talk, and seeing how they'd been chatting about their origins... it only stood to reason that's what it was about.
The girl, in her loose shirt and shorts, lay back looking at the red and orange sky, hands behind her head.
How silent could a Tin Man really be?
WHAT: "Sparring"
WHERE: The Beach
WHEN: Day 115, dusk (backlogged slightly~)
Max had set up her tent for the chat with Susan, and had merely stayed outside in the nice, warm weather for the rest of the day. Relaxing on a beach was twenty times better than staying inside her shared house, attempting to cook something that might pass as a cookie. Already with the queen's announcement, she'd begun to slim down again as lack of food began to show. She wasn't deathly thin, merely thin enough you could count the ribs if she stretched backwards. What could she say? Her credit card didn't work here, and who knew when you would need to buy a sack of fruit for a friend?
In any case, Max invited Zero to join her on the beach. While it would be an interesting test of skill to battle the android, she knew well enough that the sudden offer to spar had really meant that he wanted to talk, and seeing how they'd been chatting about their origins... it only stood to reason that's what it was about.
The girl, in her loose shirt and shorts, lay back looking at the red and orange sky, hands behind her head.
How silent could a Tin Man really be?