so 'bout that one time.
Who: whipfist and soldiershin
When: Today (Nov. 19th), sometime during the daylight hours
Where: Around the edges of Sector 6 (near Jomy's shiny new apartment)
Summary: Jomy gets pinged by a random rage-fit (spoilers: it's Alex) and goes to investigate.
Warnings: Probably nothing?
It. Was. Cold.
A brief, physical pause: he was taking a moment to practice a strained sense of self-control, trying to keep himself from projecting that borderline-whiny thought out into the open air where it may be picked up by any wayward telepaths. But, really, was it natural for Terra to be so cold? Of course, he'd never thought that Terra would be as hot as Nazca (Terra only had one sun, compared to Nazca's two), but for the temperature to drop below 0 Celsius?
He loved Terra. He loved every piece of it, even this small slice called Siren's Port, as full of corruption as it was (but that could be bettered, surely). But he definitely did not like the temperatures at current. It was ridiculous. Unnecessary. Cold.
It made him look smaller than he (usually) was, as it made him scrunch his shoulders and fight the instinctive reflex to simply teleport. After he'd assured Shiroe that he'd take care as not to draw any unnecessary attention to himself (no more than he already had), Jomy had forgone flying and teleporting when possible. Only in dire circumstances would he resort to those (favored) methods of travel, and grocery shopping unfortunately did not fit under that label. No matter how cold.
With a quiet, disgruntled noise he only allowed himself to make when he was sure that he was alone, he continued his trek back to his new apartment with a small bag of food in hand.
He was thankful for the surrounding quiet, at least. The streets felt strangely calm today, almost deceptively peaceful. Not to say that he was complaining about the lack of noise (the buzzing, the negativity), but it certainly was a touch on the unusual side. It made him a bit uncomfortable; this city rarely stayed quiet for very long.
When: Today (Nov. 19th), sometime during the daylight hours
Where: Around the edges of Sector 6 (near Jomy's shiny new apartment)
Summary: Jomy gets pinged by a random rage-fit (spoilers: it's Alex) and goes to investigate.
Warnings: Probably nothing?
It. Was. Cold.
A brief, physical pause: he was taking a moment to practice a strained sense of self-control, trying to keep himself from projecting that borderline-whiny thought out into the open air where it may be picked up by any wayward telepaths. But, really, was it natural for Terra to be so cold? Of course, he'd never thought that Terra would be as hot as Nazca (Terra only had one sun, compared to Nazca's two), but for the temperature to drop below 0 Celsius?
He loved Terra. He loved every piece of it, even this small slice called Siren's Port, as full of corruption as it was (but that could be bettered, surely). But he definitely did not like the temperatures at current. It was ridiculous. Unnecessary. Cold.
It made him look smaller than he (usually) was, as it made him scrunch his shoulders and fight the instinctive reflex to simply teleport. After he'd assured Shiroe that he'd take care as not to draw any unnecessary attention to himself (no more than he already had), Jomy had forgone flying and teleporting when possible. Only in dire circumstances would he resort to those (favored) methods of travel, and grocery shopping unfortunately did not fit under that label. No matter how cold.
With a quiet, disgruntled noise he only allowed himself to make when he was sure that he was alone, he continued his trek back to his new apartment with a small bag of food in hand.
He was thankful for the surrounding quiet, at least. The streets felt strangely calm today, almost deceptively peaceful. Not to say that he was complaining about the lack of noise (the buzzing, the negativity), but it certainly was a touch on the unusual side. It made him a bit uncomfortable; this city rarely stayed quiet for very long.