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Who: Helen and Deneve
When: Nowish
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Action, present tense
What: Questions and clearing ups.
Warnings: Always the possibility of language with Helen.
[She hasn't enjoyed the tourney as much as she normally would. There have been too many things on Helen's mind that prevented her from totally losing herself to something fun. She did go out, a length of cloth tied over her injured eye. Soon she would have to concede defeat and seek out someone to fix that. But with three Abyssals, missing comrades, and a civil war amonst her own? Who has time to worry about an eye.
Helen pushes open the door to the Foxhole, the bar full of silence and shadows now that the booze was being purchased on the streets. She drags one of the chairs away from the table while taking a bite from one of those giant turkey legs that they were selling - at least they called it turkey. It was made extra ridiculous because it was enough to satisfy ten Claymores. ]
Hey, Dene!
[Helen calls out, knowing that her partner was there somewhere. It would take more than yoki supression for them.]
I got something for ya.
[Helen places the "flower" circlet on the table. It's pink.
At least she hasn't lost her sense of humor.]
When: Nowish
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Action, present tense
What: Questions and clearing ups.
Warnings: Always the possibility of language with Helen.
[She hasn't enjoyed the tourney as much as she normally would. There have been too many things on Helen's mind that prevented her from totally losing herself to something fun. She did go out, a length of cloth tied over her injured eye. Soon she would have to concede defeat and seek out someone to fix that. But with three Abyssals, missing comrades, and a civil war amonst her own? Who has time to worry about an eye.
Helen pushes open the door to the Foxhole, the bar full of silence and shadows now that the booze was being purchased on the streets. She drags one of the chairs away from the table while taking a bite from one of those giant turkey legs that they were selling - at least they called it turkey. It was made extra ridiculous because it was enough to satisfy ten Claymores. ]
Hey, Dene!
[Helen calls out, knowing that her partner was there somewhere. It would take more than yoki supression for them.]
I got something for ya.
[Helen places the "flower" circlet on the table. It's pink.
At least she hasn't lost her sense of humor.]