the letter always stands for France [open!]
who; A certain super-fast jerkbag and whomsoever can endure his scathingly eternal irritation.
what; well he's sort of doing this thing where he zips around at some threshold above the speed of sound...
where; literally any zone you want to bump into him in. Player's choice. o/
when; RIGHT THIS SECOND.
warnings; well Pietro is eternally cranky and aloof and condescending so there's... that...
[He'd been present on the station for 240 hours, 14400 minutes, 864000 seconds and beyond that point, though he registered the units of time right down to the yoctoseconds, he felt no need to relay the rest. The awareness of its passing, as it were, was already doing its level best to drive him insane without such scrutiny.
He'd never been so long from his sister's side. Never been so far away that he could not run to her in an instant. Whatever wonders or marvels this play may have otherwise held were ignored and moreover disdained because they encompassed the entirety of the thing that kept him from her.
So. He did what he tended to do best. He ran.
Canvassing each zone took no more than a few minutes at a time, and even that was slower than he'd liked. He'd been limited by this place and had hardly needed the impetus for further irritation.
Still. He ran until he tired and then would stop a time to perch on the nearest bench to catch his breath, or on the ground to stretch his muscles.
To approach or not approach, that is the question.]
what; well he's sort of doing this thing where he zips around at some threshold above the speed of sound...
where; literally any zone you want to bump into him in. Player's choice. o/
when; RIGHT THIS SECOND.
warnings; well Pietro is eternally cranky and aloof and condescending so there's... that...
[He'd been present on the station for 240 hours, 14400 minutes, 864000 seconds and beyond that point, though he registered the units of time right down to the yoctoseconds, he felt no need to relay the rest. The awareness of its passing, as it were, was already doing its level best to drive him insane without such scrutiny.
He'd never been so long from his sister's side. Never been so far away that he could not run to her in an instant. Whatever wonders or marvels this play may have otherwise held were ignored and moreover disdained because they encompassed the entirety of the thing that kept him from her.
So. He did what he tended to do best. He ran.
Canvassing each zone took no more than a few minutes at a time, and even that was slower than he'd liked. He'd been limited by this place and had hardly needed the impetus for further irritation.
Still. He ran until he tired and then would stop a time to perch on the nearest bench to catch his breath, or on the ground to stretch his muscles.
To approach or not approach, that is the question.]