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soul_logs2012-08-15 08:09 pm
aiursfavoredson) wrote in soul_logs2012-08-15 08:09 pm
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Characters: Thane Krios + Tassadar
Location: The park
Rating: PG
Time: 15th of March
Description: Alien squared... electric boogaloo....Ozzy sucks at descriptions...
The weather had been steadily warming up over the last few weeks. His people were far from susceptible to most temperature changes unless they were severe changes. That didn't mean that he wasn't enjoying the warmth from the sun above. In fact, that was what Tassadar was doing out in the clearing of the city park.
Crouched in the middle of the park, the templar shifted his position to fold his long legs beneath his body. His featureless face peered up towards the sun's rays, feeling the rays being soaked into his skin. Tassadar could feel his body being nourished by the light, and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. He and Zeratul hadn't spoken much since the prelate had arrived. There was no doubt that part of it was because of his own misgivings here, but Zeratul was much like a tightly bound scroll when it came to releasing information.
Perhaps he needed to confront Zeratul once again? That thought seemed logical in his mind, but the application of such a confrontation needed to be at a specific point in time. Perhaps after their mission?
Location: The park
Rating: PG
Time: 15th of March
Description: Alien squared... electric boogaloo.
The weather had been steadily warming up over the last few weeks. His people were far from susceptible to most temperature changes unless they were severe changes. That didn't mean that he wasn't enjoying the warmth from the sun above. In fact, that was what Tassadar was doing out in the clearing of the city park.
Crouched in the middle of the park, the templar shifted his position to fold his long legs beneath his body. His featureless face peered up towards the sun's rays, feeling the rays being soaked into his skin. Tassadar could feel his body being nourished by the light, and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. He and Zeratul hadn't spoken much since the prelate had arrived. There was no doubt that part of it was because of his own misgivings here, but Zeratul was much like a tightly bound scroll when it came to releasing information.
Perhaps he needed to confront Zeratul once again? That thought seemed logical in his mind, but the application of such a confrontation needed to be at a specific point in time. Perhaps after their mission?