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Who: Asellus and Priscilla
When: May 11, ho ho ho.
Where: The ruins, alas.
Format: ACTION I AM LAZY IDEK
What: Priscilla and Asellus go searching for the missing Senji. I'd like to say hilarity ensues but probably it'll be more like DX ensues.
Warnings: None so far! Will add if necessary?
[Priscilla keeps count of the minutes between Asellus's promise to meet her at the Headquarters' gates and her actual arrival. She nearly keeps count of the minutes between gates and the ruins, too, but being in the presence of company ensures she remains distracted, you could say. Too distracted to maintain consistent numbering, anyway, and after the fifth time she reaches 117, she gives up.]
[No more counting, then. Instead, she listens to their footsteps. She listens to the wind.]
[By the time they reach the ruins, though, Priscilla is already trembling. It isn't the weather - there's no chill, today, and even if there were, she wouldn't feel it. Instead, it's a sickness, a quicker building inside her. A flood, pressing against the fragile confines of a riverbank, of a damn. Threatening to break.]
[Threatening to break, but not quite broken. Not yet. She takes a shaky breath.]
If he's here, he'll be at the Colosseum.
[...]
It's an area he cleared out a while ago. He uses it to train. I used to sleep there, and he would always get so mad... that was a long time ago.
When: May 11, ho ho ho.
Where: The ruins, alas.
Format: ACTION I AM LAZY IDEK
What: Priscilla and Asellus go searching for the missing Senji. I'd like to say hilarity ensues but probably it'll be more like DX ensues.
Warnings: None so far! Will add if necessary?
[Priscilla keeps count of the minutes between Asellus's promise to meet her at the Headquarters' gates and her actual arrival. She nearly keeps count of the minutes between gates and the ruins, too, but being in the presence of company ensures she remains distracted, you could say. Too distracted to maintain consistent numbering, anyway, and after the fifth time she reaches 117, she gives up.]
[No more counting, then. Instead, she listens to their footsteps. She listens to the wind.]
[By the time they reach the ruins, though, Priscilla is already trembling. It isn't the weather - there's no chill, today, and even if there were, she wouldn't feel it. Instead, it's a sickness, a quicker building inside her. A flood, pressing against the fragile confines of a riverbank, of a damn. Threatening to break.]
[Threatening to break, but not quite broken. Not yet. She takes a shaky breath.]
If he's here, he'll be at the Colosseum.
[...]
It's an area he cleared out a while ago. He uses it to train. I used to sleep there, and he would always get so mad... that was a long time ago.