[...OPEN]
Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond) and... whooooever.
When: Thursday!
Where: ALL OVER THE PLACE. S-see below.
Format: You choose, I'll go with it.
What: Priscilla goes around the city, keeping busy. Maybe she'll meet some people along the way?
Warnings: None so far! Will update if necessary.
She doesn't sleep that night, and when dawn comes, she's at the window watching the sun turn red, turn gold, turn blue. It only takes a few moments, and then it's back to work - filling out papers, food orders, weapon repairs. Everything she normally wouldn't do because she can barely read that much without her eyes blurring over. Something about this, though. She has the concentration now. Even if she has to get up occasionally and hit that bag, the one she never practiced on because he'd yell again if she broke it.
Well, it helps with the stress.
She's there for through dawn and through the morning.
It's nearly noontime when she decides to go out. Through the streets of Anatole, then - it's bright but cool, that Autumn weather, and she takes deep breaths on the way to the market. It's odd how hungry she is sometimes, like today - a gnawing in her gut like living thing, demanding something - anything - to fill it up. She sorts through the fruit, because she's never liked cake and she's never liked meat, and because most vegetables taste like grass.
...not that she's ever eaten grass.
She picks up a basket of fruit before she departs.
That complete, she heads into the ruins.
It's the same story there as it always is - a grey field of mist hovering over the broken buildings - and she stays away from the... what did he call it? That place of his, that area he cleared for training. She's not ready to see it yet. And she keeps her senses open, looking for energy patterns, those creatures too strong for her to face alone. Not that she's sure she wouldn't face them anyway.
Standing there, surrounded by mist, she unsheathes her sword.
...it's hours later when she returns to the Patrol headquarters, after a visit to the bathhouse. It's nighttime now, and the fireflies have come out. She stands in the backyard of the headquarters and holds her hands out to catch one.
What had Mei said?
Make a wish, and let it go so your wish can come true.
(She has plenty of wishes.)
[OOC: OKAY SO. Since there was interest in hugging/talking to her... yes! This log is weird since you can pretty much interrupt her at any point in her day. :/a I just wanted to try a new format! Yay! So yeah, I put some threads down below that represent the points at which you can bug her - p-please reply to one of those instead of the post directly so I know where they are, c-cry. Multiple threads under each... thread is fine!]
When: Thursday!
Where: ALL OVER THE PLACE. S-see below.
Format: You choose, I'll go with it.
What: Priscilla goes around the city, keeping busy. Maybe she'll meet some people along the way?
Warnings: None so far! Will update if necessary.
She doesn't sleep that night, and when dawn comes, she's at the window watching the sun turn red, turn gold, turn blue. It only takes a few moments, and then it's back to work - filling out papers, food orders, weapon repairs. Everything she normally wouldn't do because she can barely read that much without her eyes blurring over. Something about this, though. She has the concentration now. Even if she has to get up occasionally and hit that bag, the one she never practiced on because he'd yell again if she broke it.
Well, it helps with the stress.
She's there for through dawn and through the morning.
It's nearly noontime when she decides to go out. Through the streets of Anatole, then - it's bright but cool, that Autumn weather, and she takes deep breaths on the way to the market. It's odd how hungry she is sometimes, like today - a gnawing in her gut like living thing, demanding something - anything - to fill it up. She sorts through the fruit, because she's never liked cake and she's never liked meat, and because most vegetables taste like grass.
...not that she's ever eaten grass.
She picks up a basket of fruit before she departs.
That complete, she heads into the ruins.
It's the same story there as it always is - a grey field of mist hovering over the broken buildings - and she stays away from the... what did he call it? That place of his, that area he cleared for training. She's not ready to see it yet. And she keeps her senses open, looking for energy patterns, those creatures too strong for her to face alone. Not that she's sure she wouldn't face them anyway.
Standing there, surrounded by mist, she unsheathes her sword.
...it's hours later when she returns to the Patrol headquarters, after a visit to the bathhouse. It's nighttime now, and the fireflies have come out. She stands in the backyard of the headquarters and holds her hands out to catch one.
What had Mei said?
Make a wish, and let it go so your wish can come true.
(She has plenty of wishes.)
[OOC: OKAY SO. Since there was interest in hugging/talking to her... yes! This log is weird since you can pretty much interrupt her at any point in her day. :/a I just wanted to try a new format! Yay! So yeah, I put some threads down below that represent the points at which you can bug her - p-please reply to one of those instead of the post directly so I know where they are, c-cry. Multiple threads under each... thread is fine!]