[She appears in her little grotto in the woods, which now looks quite comfortable, actually. There's an oilcloth lean-to set up against one of the trees cushions spread under it, a neatly stacked pile of firewood, even the beginnings of a garden near the stream. She drops a bag on the ground, pulls her sheathed sword free from her belt and drops it ( Read more... )

[Aniki is laying on the plane and her lips are turning the color of uncooked dough. Because most of her blood is currently chugging its way out of the wound that crazy-Ryotarou-Imagin-dude put in her gut. She's having trouble breathing, too, probably from those cracked ribs, and her left arm is skewed at an angle that is completely impossible ( Read more... )

[Aniki is not in a particularly good mood, it seems. She's staring into space, sitting on a rail of the wooden fence that circles the packed-dirt practice yard she's towed along with her to the plane. There's training equipment of various kinds slung over the fence--wooden swords and leather belts and scabbards, harnesses, weights ( Read more... )

[Aniki is carrying her glowstone and walking along the beach, a vacant look on her face.

She blows on the stone again and it brightens. She holds it up as high as she can and watches the water moving in and out of the dark.]

I think I'm beginning to miss the sun.

[[SO HERE'S ANIKI, the truth-empath. As per usual, message me with things you ( Read more... )

[There is someone wander the plane, sans her little glow-stone. Why is this? Well, while looking for food sources, she discovered the unique property of the lampflowers that I made up during a moment of crack another thread. SO. She is glowing. Rather brightly, as she finds it comes in handy, so she ate a few. They tasted nasty. :| And she's also ( Read more... )

[Aniki has been wandering, and found her way to Ammy's forest. She's in a deep part of the stream, where it forms a little basin-pool, her clothes hung on a branch at its edge for washing when she's finished with herself ( Read more... )

[Aniki staggers onto the plane, dropping, rolling, and narrowly avoiding the series of flaming debris that comes with her. Beams and bits of furniture smash to the ground, either blazing brighter for a few moments as they explode or bouncing and skittering across the plane in crackles of sparks ( Read more... )

[She's wearing an exercise outfit, loose and comfortable un-dyed cotton, with a harness strapped around her chest bearing an array of metal weights. Her arms and legs are weighted too, and she's holding her sword and a battered wooden shield, running through drills with the cold-eyed focus of someone feeling for their mistakes.]

[[What she's ( Read more... )

[She's shown up on the plane in the past while soaked and tied up; while naked; while spattered with other people's blood--BUT IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANIKI FORFRYSNING? I should say not. This time she's the one bleeding. Sort of all over. She scowls and mutters to herself while trying to keep pressure on the worst of several wounds.]I swear by ( Read more... )

[It's Aniki! Bright-eyed and grinning and speaking German still. She's taken to it.]

Whichever one of you Doctor coves can speak this, might I have a word?