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Who: Nephry and Jade
Where: The Park
What: Nephry just arrived, and Jade goes to pick her up and convince her he’s actually her creepy brother, and not a creepy stranger.
When: Mid-Day
Rating: G, I’d suppose.
This world was just full of surprises, some more needling than others. The disappearance of Professor Nebilim, so shortly after her disastrous unearthing, left a foul taste in his mouth. Dist seemed to relate to that sensation of awkward limbo, the regret of having not apologized whilst given an unprecedented second chance to do so in light of past wrongs; however, relating to Dist hardly made the fonist anymore comfortable with the present situation.
At the moment, of course, perhaps more interestingly, was the appearance of someone their Professor would have recognized. Up ahead, the linen of her dress nipping just below he ankles, hair pulled up in that sideways tuft of a ponytail that Jade had not seen her wear in… well, ages, obviously… was his abnormally little sister. Hardly the serious thing with glasses and bitingly stern tone, the young girl was just as he would have recalled her, down to the doll tucked under her arm.
My, my…
Best to see if she recognized him before attempting a greeting that might alarm her. Of course, that was very doubtful considering the last she’d seen of him, he’d likely been under five feet with cropped hair, and with the addition of a snuffly, fanatical little boy draped over his arm and stumbling over Jade’s repeated attempts to trip him.
Where: The Park
What: Nephry just arrived, and Jade goes to pick her up and convince her he’s actually her creepy brother, and not a creepy stranger.
When: Mid-Day
Rating: G, I’d suppose.
This world was just full of surprises, some more needling than others. The disappearance of Professor Nebilim, so shortly after her disastrous unearthing, left a foul taste in his mouth. Dist seemed to relate to that sensation of awkward limbo, the regret of having not apologized whilst given an unprecedented second chance to do so in light of past wrongs; however, relating to Dist hardly made the fonist anymore comfortable with the present situation.
At the moment, of course, perhaps more interestingly, was the appearance of someone their Professor would have recognized. Up ahead, the linen of her dress nipping just below he ankles, hair pulled up in that sideways tuft of a ponytail that Jade had not seen her wear in… well, ages, obviously… was his abnormally little sister. Hardly the serious thing with glasses and bitingly stern tone, the young girl was just as he would have recalled her, down to the doll tucked under her arm.
My, my…
Best to see if she recognized him before attempting a greeting that might alarm her. Of course, that was very doubtful considering the last she’d seen of him, he’d likely been under five feet with cropped hair, and with the addition of a snuffly, fanatical little boy draped over his arm and stumbling over Jade’s repeated attempts to trip him.