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soul_logs2011-02-16 11:03 am
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Tell me what you've come for [Closed]
Characters: The Cheshire Cat and Vriska Serket
Location: Casualty Communal, room 8H
Rating: PG to PG-13, depending.
Time: October 18th, late evening.
Description: Terrible OP. Vriska has an intruder. The intruder is a Weapon. 1 + 1 = ...?
Vriska had missed pretty much the entire sandstorm, but she didn't much care. Sand wasn't an interesting event to her. After watching Tavros' miserable sandy rock for hours on her computer, she'd gotten all the sand she could stomach. More than, even.
No, she was staying in for now, opening her now-nightly routine of trawling the DEMISE networks for any and all new communications and replies that had been posted while she was asleep. She didn't really care what half these idiots had to say, but Vriska was nothing if not thorough, and she checked every posting--even those by people she despised, or didn't give two shits about.
...especially by people she despised.
Her bed was dismantled, the sheets stripped off and the bedding and pillows shoved--viciously--into a corner, leaving the mattress bare for her to sleep on, and spider webs hung from the ceilings, and nestled in the sill of the open window, sometimes with actual spiders. They were such tiny creatures here. Sort of delicate. She considered them the best company she could find.
At least a spider wasn't going to betray her.
Location: Casualty Communal, room 8H
Rating: PG to PG-13, depending.
Time: October 18th, late evening.
Description: Terrible OP. Vriska has an intruder. The intruder is a Weapon. 1 + 1 = ...?
Vriska had missed pretty much the entire sandstorm, but she didn't much care. Sand wasn't an interesting event to her. After watching Tavros' miserable sandy rock for hours on her computer, she'd gotten all the sand she could stomach. More than, even.
No, she was staying in for now, opening her now-nightly routine of trawling the DEMISE networks for any and all new communications and replies that had been posted while she was asleep. She didn't really care what half these idiots had to say, but Vriska was nothing if not thorough, and she checked every posting--even those by people she despised, or didn't give two shits about.
...especially by people she despised.
Her bed was dismantled, the sheets stripped off and the bedding and pillows shoved--viciously--into a corner, leaving the mattress bare for her to sleep on, and spider webs hung from the ceilings, and nestled in the sill of the open window, sometimes with actual spiders. They were such tiny creatures here. Sort of delicate. She considered them the best company she could find.
At least a spider wasn't going to betray her.
no subject
She was a quick one. Normally that wouldn't be too much of an issue, but since he was unable to de-materialize any more, it was. He needed to try to keep that in mind more, so he didn't get thrown into any more walls.
Still in weapon form, he gave himself a second to recover from the blow as he quipped, "You're driving me off the wall!"